EMAIL FROM ANGIE (FOX) JACKSON

Friends,

I got this nice note from Angie (Fox) Jackson. She shares some great stories from her days at Sam Houston. I really enjoyed reading them. Those of you that can answer her questions, please do so in the "comments" section. Enjoy reading this and please let us know what you think. Jake


Mr. Trevino,
Hi, my name is Angie Jackson aka Fox. A few months ago, I googled SHJH to show a friend where I went to school and saw your online blog. I can't tell you how grateful I am for taking time and constructing this website. It is an understatement saying SH was special. I went through quite an ugly time at home and if it hadn't been for the teachers being wonderful and just simply doing their jobs, I honestly would not have felt an ounce of quality looking back. I am not kidding, what a great bunch of people. Thank you so very much.
So here are a few memories... Please let them know how wonderful and cherished they were to me.
Please excuse me if I nix the names of teachers..
I had my history teacher, hispanic, coach, across the hall from Mrs. Boyd I think, let me paddle Sam Hill in class because he was making fun of me; one swat and I didn't get a good swing darn it, he was my crush..the teacher, not Sam...well Sam a little.
I believe it was Mr. Lammes; across the hall from history, taught intro to Algebra 1, best Math teacher to date, big guy with glasses and gray hair; I knew after his class I wasn't stupid; I had been making F's before he taught me. I loved Math after his class and that has always stayed with me and turned my confidence around. I made A's and B's. Please tell him.
Mrs. Eads or something, my English teacher, first floor, I couldn't believe how sweet she was to be a teacher. I wished she would have taken me home and raised me. She was sweet, sweet, sweet. Needed that badly.

These make me laugh...

Mr. Johnson, my drama teacher, who I still get a tinge of embarrasment and feel bad for disappointing him when I threw a pie in Herbie Hunts face after a play; hitting the back curtain. He was my very favorite teacher and I upset him more than any other student, he said so. He had me touch the top of his head so I could feel how hot it was. It was going to cost several hundred dollars to clean the curtain. I just thought we should wipe it off and call it a day.
Mr. Hisbon, I could never understand a word he said, but he did call on me for smelling like cigarettes and wouldn't buy my story that there was smoke in the car on the way to school...not for a second would he buy it. I respected him a lot after that. I remember having a stand still moment and seeing someone who would go out of his way to make me do right.

This is the funniest...
Mrs. Boyd, Spanish, homeroom, I was a disaster in Spanish, I am the one who thought busing...was my school bus. I thought she had a lot of nerve to think I would skip out on class and have me followed. I came from a country town where there were 8 people, including me in my class...Look on Tina Jordan's comments if you haven't had the chance and you will understand what I am talking about.

Thank you again for letting me feel open to share. God Bless you Mr. T
Angie Jackson

Would you know of anyway possible I could get my ninth grade annual? We moved before the end of the year and I was always a little snarfy leaving it behind. '77 I think, I was class secretary.