Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for September 14, 2014

Kind of reminds me of Calvin thinking teachers slept in coffins all summer when his mother said she saw his teacher in the grocery store.

Like the time I bumped into my Psychology professor at the store. I was happy to see her whereas she was nervous. She kept saying out loud how it was okay that this was happening. That got me all confused but later realized she was actually saying it to herself. Guess it was an uneasy experience for her.True story!

Well, imagine that! A teacher buys groceries and drives a car (covered with stickers, too). Who would have thought it? Who in preschool would have thought it? (Do they, really?!)

Remember when The Cleavers invited Miss Landers over for dinner? I think Beaver was surprised to see that she had feet!

A little rocket fuel wound’t hurt either.

A VW beetle seems appropriate for miss Bliss, with the influence of her fiance it will soon be a beach buggy.

Oh, for goodness sake! Everybody knows teachers arrive fully formed, like Venus rising from the sea, and never eat or sleep, and certainly never go to the restroom. Don’t you guys remember anything?

cut to the next shot…that one is a wrap.

I remember one summer when I was in the 6th grade. My parents had taken me to a shoestore. The salesman turned out to be my fifth grade teacher. He was working over the summer to make extra money. Very disturbing. It certainly terminated any interest I had in teaching as a career.

Many, many years ago, I once met my teacher at the dentist’s. Today, I am a dentist. No connection.

I followed my teacher home once in grade two. Was amazed to find she lived in a regular house just a few blocks from mine!

I remember years ago when I was in college. Me, my dad and a friend of the family were eating. I heard me dad remark about how big a woman was. I looked to where he saw her and I remarked “Thats my college Spanish teacher” (I went locally). Luckilly she didnt hear his remark

When I was a kid, I saw one of my teachers in a store. Cognitive dissonance ensued.

It’s weird, sometimes you forget teachers have lives..of course they don’t live at the school.

I remember one time I saw my third grade teacher in the grocery store a few years after I’d left his class. When I had been in his class, he would treat me like something to be scraped off his shoe, but that time in the store, he acted like I had been one of his favorites. The man severely scarred me psychologically.

My sister bumps into my— and now her— literature teacher every now and then. First it was at the mall, and then most recently in the library.