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I still sing praises to Miss Rayburn. She taught me how to write. After graduation, I spent summers writing feature stories for the Pensacola News Journal and weekly columns from Florida State University during the first two years of college. Miss Rayburn's English Composition classes gave me the confidence, and skills, to test out of the first two years of English at FSU. Writing college papers was a snap after her classes. Later, I chose to be an artist rather than a journalist, yet I'm working on my third book now and writing stories for The Caribbean Compass, a sailing magazine distributed throughout our part of the southern Caribbean. Daily journaling and painting continue to bring me tremendous joy.
Miss Katie Monroe taught my mother, me, and my two sisters. She was scary, yes, but winning a smile from her still remains a treasured memory. OK, so I got out of a lot of Latin stuff by creating her bulletin boards and painting a picture of Apollo in his chariot! Fifty years later, I've got to confess, I never read any of those extra-credit books. she insisted that we read. I just wrote down their titles on a piece of paper and slipped it in that Extra Credit box.
I've got to thank Miss Anna Owens for basically leaving us alone in the Annona staff room every afternoon. Designing layouts and creating that yearbook taught me skills I still use today.
I can't remember the name of the lady who made us memorize poems in Sophomore English class, but I can still remember the poem. My love of poetry blossomed from that assignment.
I think my reverence for the elegance of Geometry is actually greater than my memory of Dorothy (?) Walton, or maybe I was just picking up on HER enthusiasm.
Your thoughts about Sophomore English stuck a cord. While I also do not recall the teacher’s name (Joyce can’t help because she had Ms. Schimmel), I do remember I attempted Lincoln’s “Gettysburg Address” and really struggled. I remember that Julia Ann (Richardson) Cooper recited “If” by Rudyard Kipling.