Two memories come to mind:
- Our hot english teacher we had in 8th grade, Frau Moritz. She always wore blouses and business-style skirts, the skirts usually had slits at the side, going well up her very sexy thighs. She had the habit of asking various students to read from the school book, and come to our table, and, as I fondly remember, sit on the side of my desk, next to my book, and giving me not only a hard time reading. Yet, my interest for the english language got a substantial boost in that year. What added to the mystery was that she was suddenly gone from our school one monday, and we kept wondering if she was giving some student more than just those glimpses... who knows?##
- And the Blues jam we gave in music class, also in 8th grade, the new topic was "Blues", and a handful of school mates formed a little band. They asked me to jump in, as they had no harmonica player, and I ran around with my Hohner Blues Harp all the time back then. Got hooked on Muddy Waters and Johnny Winter