Black Mountain Middle School · Middle School

A Blast From The Past


I was 12 years old when I was in 8th grade and I had this teacher for 3 hours ever day. Her name was Ms. Haley. I remember at the end of 7th grade all of the 8th graders saying “I hope you don’t get Haley for basic ed”. Well I got Haley for basic ed. I was scared to death. All I’d heard were horror stories about this teacher. Let me tell ya, they were all true. She was the toughest teacher I’d had in all of my years of school. I spent 9 months of my life scared to death of this woman. Seating charts changed weekly and there was always one seat left open right in front of her for the person who was caught cheating or talking during a test or who she just thought was doing something wrong. She assigned book reports with an approved book list and she knew whether or not you actually read the book or if you used cliffs notes. If you used Cliffs Notes you failed the assignment. She had these sayings like “You’ll never make it on the Mount if you continue to buck the system”. Our high school was Mt. Carmel. Hence ‘the Mount”.

Why am I giving this short background on this very difficult teacher? Read on my friends, read on.

Several years after not only leaving Ms. Haley’s classroom, graduating high school and moving out of the state I was working in Tucson. One day I’m minding my own business and who happens to walk into the store I was working in? Yep you guessed it, Ms. Haley. I freaked out! Ok not really, but I made my co-worker wait on her. I didn’t see her again after that until 4-5 summers ago. Still in Arizona but in a different town, working in a completely different store. So now I see her every summer. I’ve been able to avoid contact until this last summer when I was at work alone.  She came to my register and asked me a question about a discount and said she was from California blah blah blah. So I just had to say it. I told her I knew exactly who she was and where she was from because I was in her 8th grade basic ed class in 1983/84.  Well I think the poor thing about had a heart attack.

So having seen this woman several summers in a row I had began to wonder why on earth she was stalking me through Arizona. She wasn’t really stalking me, but it felt like it. So a couple days after I talked to her at my register one of my regular customers comes to my register and after paying he says “So I heard you ran into an old school teacher the other day” I said “yeah I did..wait how did you know?” He says, “She’s my sister in law” well that explained EVERYTHING! So he and I talked for a little bit about my experience in 8th grade.

My point is..Sometimes teachers come into our lives and they make such an impression on us that they stay with us through our whole lives. I realized a long time ago that, although tough, Ms. Haley was the best teacher I’d ever had.

God · Life · Truth

Telling Lies

Today’s NaBloPoMo blog topic is “How good are you at telling a lie?”  Wow..Do I want to get into this?  Oh why not.

I think there are times in everyone’s life where we have to tell little white lies. Either to be kind and not hurt someone’s feelings or maybe to get out of an uncomfortable situation or for some other reason. Is this ok? Well that’s up to you. I’m not going to say yes or no because we all do it.

Now for real lies. There was a time in my life when I was a great big liar. I lied about everything.  I wasn’t ashamed. I didn’t think anything was wrong with it and I slept just fine at night thank you very much. Then my lies started to come out and started to hurt people. Then guilt started. Then I started to realize the reason I didn’t like going to church…guilt and conviction. That was where I needed to be and I knew it. So what did I do? I forced myself to start going back to church. I put myself into therapy and through that I dealt with issues from my teen years that had never been dealt with that had been the root of all my evil.  It took me a long time to get better. I got over my “evil” ways but I still wasn’t the person I should have been. That took a lot longer.  It wasn’t until I was in my 30’s that I finally gave my life over to Christ and said “please fix me”  Well he helped me fix myself and I am a completely different person.

So in answer to the question..No I am no longer good at telling lies. I couldn’t tell a lie to save my life.