A teacher of U.S. History was he.
Only Juniors and Seniors he allowed.
Straight A's I had in History U.S.
Petitioned the Principle to get in did I.
Unhappy about this he was, my life a nightmare he did make.
Coming up and rapping on my desk,
About things the Juniors and Seniors had no clue.
I struggled and argued with him in class(not a good idea).
I made him respect me and was satisfied with a B minus.
Bubbles Klausen we called him behind his back.
A short little man as round as he was tall.
A bouncing little gait that got him around,
Gave him his nickname in the school throughout.
I still detest him even today, but
History became a passion of mine.
I suppose that year from hell was good,
If I could survive him in school and his patronizing ways,
Then nothing that school could throw my way,
Would stop me from learn anything I wanted.
From following my passions and teaching myself, but
Not in his mold.
Author notes
Despite the efforts (they were considerable) of Mr. Klassen, I enjoyed history and ended up getting a B.A. in Mideival History.
Written April 24th, 2006
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Very nice write Amathest, well done and beautifully penned
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Merry meet Lorien,
your welcome. I haven't thought about him in years.
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Graet job very nice thank you for the entry
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