Other than algebra and french, I was a good student in my freshman year of high school. My English teacher was very strict and held a tight reign on her class, so I towed the line in that class. Every kid went into that class holding their breathe, hoping the teacher wouldn't clobber them. (I never saw her hit anyone but she was very intimidating). History was boring to me but I had a good memory and was able to memorize dates, which was what was generally on every history test in those days.
I took natural science that first year, which covered a little bit of every type of science. Our teacher was a young single man, probably about 30. He was a surfer, very tan and very handsome. All of the girls swooned over him. He was very good looking but I thought he was too old, at least for me. But most girls would do anything to get his attention, including holding the tarantula that was located in the science room for study purposes. The teacher seemed to enjoy all of the swooning and attention. The tarantula disappeared before the end of the school term.
I took an art class as my elective, and did well and learned alot of art techniques. And finally, I took beginning french. My french teacher was another very mild, sweet man. The kind of man I steamrolled over. I became friends with another girl in my french class and we soon were disrupting the class on a daily basis. This teacher at least tried to keep order and sent my friend and I to stand in the halls. We tap danced in the halls. We were sent to the Counselor's office. No matter what was done, I would go back into the room and try to become the center of attention.