<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Sundel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/sundel/</link><description>Recent content in Sundel on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/sundel/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Teaching the Teacher</title><link>/stories/2003/09/20/teaching-the-teacher/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/20/teaching-the-teacher/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Teaching the Teacher
by Sundel
BUT IT STARTED AS A HOGTIE!byANNE GRAY
As a new principal at forty years old, I thought that I had outgrown
some of my earlier problems when I had taught middle school classes. 
Little did I know how memories linger. I thought it was by accident when
I met Susan at the convenience store one afternoon.  Susan was eighteen,
pretty as a girl can be, but petite - no more than 5'1&amp;quot; and 100 pounds. 
Draw your own picture. Susan had been a student of mine eight or nine years
before - but now she was a nineteen year old college student, and home
for summer when we met.  As a student, she had been a little rebellious
in my classes, but nothing more than the average middle school student. 
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