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This morning, when I was supposed to be doing something in first period, my mind wandered off to the thought of the old drama teacher/art teacher/yearbook director. She was the "Cosmic Art Godess"(seriously, her students concidered that her title) and was a total dead-head. She was the best damn teacher ever, but she decided to go other places, following her whim, and the schools drama department, among other things, ceased. Anyway, she was and is a big influence to me; wise, understanding, and...a Dead-Head!!! Thus, my topic:

Have you met someone who you thought "hey, he/she is a cool hippie" or thought something of that nature about a person?

Yeah, you learn so much from people that you get forced to be with for a good, long while. They kind of grow on you, just as much as you grow on them. I've managed to live by the idea that you can learn from everyone. From the most mundane to the most wild and adventurous, you can learn lessons in life.

Wish I would've had the opportunity to go to a decent charter school. smile

Two teachers stand out in my mind:
In high school, there was a very overworked woman who ran JV & Varsity Lacrosse for both genders as well as Yearbook, the student newspaper, History in Film, Creative Writing, and a few English classes. She loved tie-dye as much as me and we would talk for hours about interesting ideas for fiction while I helped correct articles (I was in Publications as a senior). She fought to be allowed to assign Harry Potter as reading for her freshman "basic" (that's one step above special education) English class. She won, and later said she'd never seen any class read so much so quickly. She taught us about censorship and stood behind us when the staff of the student newspaper fought the administration for creative control of the paper. Since we were funding ourselves through ad sales, we eventually won. smile

In college, my Composition prof went by the name Zim (short for Zimmerman, his last name), and delved into every sort of literature imaginable, from Phyllis Wheatley to Walt Whitman, and encouraged us to use our imaginations rather than write what we thought he wanted to read. He referred to me as "bohemian" and "anything but bourgois" often and with great respect and affection. He was amazing. He asked us to write about the fragility and tenacity of life after watching videos of preemies in the NICU and athletes in their prime. I miss this guy.

Oooooooh! I thought I lived in conservative country here in Indiana! I send you my hope. ~ heart ~

Definately. This guy I met, Tony, made a huge impact on my life. He's always meeting new people and influencing a million lives a day. He's the most spontaneous, adventurous, influential person I've met...plus he's a god on guitar.

Yuppies...people I can hardly stand. I mean, come on! They're the people that make tourist season miserable for me. Big ol' R.V.s plowing through town at fifty miles an hour, stopping in the road to get "a family shot", messing with the bears...grr... mad

Ooh! Llama!----> dramallama

I guess, all in all, my brother. He's not a hippie. Never WAS a hippie. But he got me to think outside the box. And expand my way of thinkin, and listen to some groovy hip bands like The Beatles wink

Michigan is conservative too. I wish I had a hippy teacher. crying I think my history teacher thought hippies were a stupid joke. I could tell by her tone when she talked about them.