Edward Torchy Smith

For those of you who need help on this site and/or want to talk to me...my cell is 440-382-3866.
We can also face time if you have an I- phone. But NOT like that Anthony Weiner guy.

Good experiences from our teachers were appreciated I am sure. On the other hand, directly across the hall from our home room existed a miserable teacher. At least she was to me. Yes sir…is true that I was trouble with a capital T and that rhymes with me and I was not joining the boys band. Sorry I am getting carried away here, but now, as I look back, I can envision every punishment that I deserved from those that were just spiteful. I now have a much clearer perspective. With that in mind…something was definitely wrong with Miss Dorothy Lungmus, who taught American History, other than really bad hair.

When I was in the 11th grade my father died from a long illness. I was pulled out of class and told in the morning by Ed Stock. Miss Lungmus was told that I would not be in class by more than one of my friends prior to attendance roll call. Word spread very fast. I was not on the absent tee list so she had the gall to turn me for skipping her third period class. When I returned to school Zip Zednick called me down for skipping her class. No other teacher turned me in. My other teachers that day knew that nobody would not have the balls to skip class and make up such a story. When I was summoned down to see Zednick, who was not the sharpest pencil in the basement, he looked at me and said “ oh yeah it is you….go back to class” without even making eye contact. If you remember he was ahead of attendance. When I asked Miss No Lung Bust “why she turned me in”. She just walked away from me. It was rumored that she hated men. This was not the only bad incident I had with her but probably the most memorable. And I was not even someone who goofed around in her class. Years later, when I was a college student at Kent State, I saw the spinster Lungmus at Blossom Music Center dragging a lawn chair out of her car by herself on a Sunday afternoon. Who goes to a concert on a Sunday by themselves? I wanted to flatten her tires but I didn’t. She was already pretty flat and she would be most likely be flat for the rest of her life without my help. She actually looked a little pathetic. The weird thing is I watch The History Channel all the time now.

If you have a good/bad story about a Shaker High experience feel free to post it here. Or any other story you would like to GET OFF YOUR CHEST.

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