Esther, Hebrew school teacher
Mr. Whitenheller
Dr. Box, high school principal
John Bach, 6th grade math teacher
Mrs. Hughes, 3rd grade math
Mrs. Profit
Principal Farinkruig
Mr. Setzer
Mr. Kerr, my 7th grade math teacher
Mr. Kerr, refined
Bus Driver
Bus Driver
Dick
Ms. Becker
Mr. Brown
Mr. Wickland
Dr. Wilke
Mrs. Otto
Ms. Burndt
Dr. Steiger, child psychologist
Mary Amir
Dr. Wallner
Dr. Wallner, again
Dr. Peter Wallner - yet again
Ms. Wentland
Mr. Forté
Mr. Forté
Principal Farinkruig
Mrs. Nelson
Mr. Setzer animated
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Esther, Hebrew school teacher
Mr. WhitenhellerWeird high school gym teacher in Wisconsin with a Southern accent. He turned into a furious beast when he caught any chewing gum in class. Wore the short spandex BIKE shirts with a giant 4 inch thick wallet in his back pocket. He also taught the occasional safety class (like health class but not about our bodies directly, I think). He had a large scar on his forearm where a tree he was trying to cut down had fallen on top of him.
Dr. Box, high school principal(story to come)
John Bach, 6th grade math teacher
Mrs. Hughes, 3rd grade mathDoesn't take shit from ANYONE.
Mrs. ProfitFirst grade teacher. She was actually pretty nice and had a beautiful grey hair-do. After getting held back in first grade the year before - she was my second, 1st grade teacher.
Principal FarinkruigMy elementary school principal. He was pretty nice. He was relatively understanding when I flooded the bathroom and brought a giant fish scaling knife to school to show my friends.
Mr. SetzerMr. Setzer, my high school speech teacher, was a douche. He would always try to out wit us with insults but would inevitably finish the banter by calling us gay.
Mr. Kerr, my 7th grade math teacherMr. Kerr, my 7th grade math teacher and football coach. He yelled and screamed and reiked of cigarettes. I was a brat, a shitty student and terrible at math and he was mean. He was known for kicking the desk of students not paying attention, REALLY HARD. Rumor had it that he was a P.O.W. in the Vietnam War and his captors filed down his bottom teeth. They looked like it - you could see what seemed like yellow pulp inside. I was terrified of him. We used to chuckle, imagining him out in the real world (not in school) and asking a drug store cashier in his military-screamy-voice for a box of unfiltered cigarettes. I went out for football (I lasted exactly one week) and a friend of mine literally broke his arm during practice but Mr. Kerr (the coach, of course) told him to suck it up and finish the scrimmage. The kid came to school a couple days later with a huge cast (when they were made of plaster, before fiberglass casts were the rage).
Mr. Kerr, refined
Bus Driver2015, pen & ink and watercolor 54" x 46". I never knew this guy's name but he was walleyed and seems kind of okay to me. But one day when I (luckily) did NOT take the bus home from school he got so angry at the rambunctious kids on his bus that he slammed on the brakes and a bunch of kids got hurt. He was fired the next day.
Bus Driver2015, pen & ink and watercolor 10" x 8" - Smaller version of the same guy
DickThis guy was the custodian at my synagog. I added the beard and crazy hair to make it more interesting. We loved Dick. We would sneak out of Sunday school and Hebrew school class to hang out in his dank, basement windowless workshop. He was seriously cool. We also sometimes snuck out of (evening) High Holy day services to watch his favorite show - TJ Hooker.
Ms. BeckerShe was my elementary school music teacher. Super up tight and seemed like she came right out of the 1820's. Not friendly, but not mean either.
Mr. BrownMr. Brown - very cool sociology (and history?) high school teacher I had in 1990. His wife made him hundreds of crazy ties from stuff like old curtains. He never wore the same one twice and they were all 1970's-looking crazy. To this day I still feel bad about my terrible behavior in his class.
Mr. WicklandHe was my 6th grade homeroom (and history) teacher. He was okay - but his punishments were always dumb: copying a page from the encyclopedia on the Byzantine Empire.
Dr. WilkeSuper weird middle school psychologist. When I transferred from a public school a private school (that expelled me right back to the public school 1.5 years later) - I had to take Dr. Wilke's summer school class on "reading." He had these stupid workbooks that hid pertinent information (maybe to test for reading comprehension?) that could only be read with red and blue lensed paper and cellophane glasses. He looked and sounded like Ross Perot.
Mrs. OttoShe was a tough old lady - had her for kindergarten and then again in second grade. Good teacher. She used to pin a note on my jacket every day before I went home: either a smiley face, a straight face or a frowny face. It was meant to tell my parents how I behaved that day. One summer when I was eight my family took a road trip to Colonial Williamsburg and we saw her and her husband in an olde timey pub. I hated being reminded of her on vacation.
Ms. BurndtMiddle school art teacher. She always has a look of SHOCK and SURPRISE on her face because he eyes were open so wide. Her lips also looked like she just finished sucking a lemon. One day my friend and I were playfully spitting on each other and she gave me my very first detention.
Dr. Steiger, child psychologistHe was my child psychologist who I kind of hated. He would just sit there and wait for em to start talking - and of course I wasn't going to so we would have these standoffs. I remember just staring at the VIBRAM soles of his Hush-Puppies. When I was about 30 years old I called his office and actually his notes on my sessions. He was obese and had bright red sausage lips.
Mary AmirMy 6th grade Hebrew School teacher from Israel. She was okay, but she really freaked out whenever anyone burped or farted in class: "Who deed it, who DEED it?! OUT!! GET OUT OF THE ROOM!" She had one glass eye usually hidden with dark glasses.
Dr. WallnerThe "head master" of the University School of Milwaukee who decided I should be expelled halfway through 8th grade. Did I deserve it? Mostly, no.
Dr. Wallner, again
Dr. Peter Wallner - yet againTotal dick. He was the head master (PhD in History so we had to call him DOCTOR Wallner) of the middle school where we expelled my half way through 8th grade.
Ms. WentlandShe was really cool. Music teacher in 6th grade. She would play the Psychedelic Furs for us.
Mr. FortéMr. Forté, a 7th grade gym coach. He had a strong native Bronx (Brooklyn?) accent. He was a pretty nice guy though intimidating with his tinted glasses, thick stubble and hairy cheek bones. I lasted a full 1.5 years at that school before "not being invited to return" midway through 8th grade.
Mr. FortéMIddle school gym teacher's assistant
Principal FarinkruigMy elementary school principal. He was pretty nice. He was relatively understanding when I flooded the bathroom and brought a giant fish scaling knife to school to show my friends.
Mrs. NelsonShe didn't really have this mole (or any that I recall) but I like the way it looks in this drawing. My first, First grade teacher (I repeated the first grade). She was nice.
Mr. Setzer animated
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