Mr Duffy – 10th grade chem teacher

You ironed your jeans so that they had creases down the middle of your legs. You also helped me “get” chemistry, through much extra credit and after school toiling.

Mrs. Horton – 12th grade English teacher

You used to tip your enormous, hulking  frame as far back in your desk chair as possible, to get the last little drop of Diet Coke into your mouth.

Mrs. Nieto – 11th grade anatomy teacher

Your half finger always freaked all the kids out; an accident in your garden rather than in the lab, over a preserved and stinky cat, frozen in untimely death.