Tough Teachers

This entry is part 8 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook


My mom is picking up my Rollerblades today so soon I’ll be skating to school. The worst teacher I have ever had was Mrs. Higgins, she was such a BITCH. She was like a slave driver in those olden boats where everyone had to row or be whipped. She was intimidating 7’0″ with shoes on (almost). Her big Afro and top set of teeth were a sight compared to Medusa herself. She was such a perfectionist. I have trouble writing and if I didn’t type my reports I would get a C or lower because of it. She didn’t assign much homework but what she did was difficult.

Mrs. Black on the other had was sort of nice but she assigned so much homework and vocab test SHIT! they were hard. We had to memorize dictionary definitions and punctuate them perfect.

09 02 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 02 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

The Perfect Teacher

This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook


You know the perfect teacher would be none at all. Just kidding, the teen-age side of me would say a 22 year old model straight from college who would be very good at teaching all subjects. Mrs Ciota was my favorite teacher partly because she was Looney, or so everyone thought.

09 01 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

09 01 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

I’ve Heard So Many Good Stories

This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook


I can’t think of one that outshines them all. I go to the Illinois Story Telling Festival every year and there are stories for young and old. A lot of the stories I’ve heard come from family. My dad’s dad was in the Air Force but died before I was born. Some of the best stories and poetry come straight out of my head. That’s something I’d like to do in this class is write poetry.

08 31 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

08 31 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

I Can’t Remember Very Far Back

This entry is part 5 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook


I remember my first day of school. I got my school supplies the night before and before I went to bed that night I paraded around the house in the clothes I was going to wear the next day with my backpack on. The next morning I woke up early and got ready. The bus stopped in front of my house and I can remember my father’s reaction of me going onto the bus. He was smiling a huge smile and waving frantically. I really remember it well because it is one of the only times I can remember our whole family happy.

08 30 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

08 30 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

Charades Joke

This entry is part 3 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook


I have a joke about the William Tell Overture. There were these two guys that loved charades. One went to the others house and saw 8 women back to front. He guessed William Tell Overture…Titty Rump Titty Rump Titty Rump Rump Rump. It brings back memories at grant park when I lived in Oak Park and saw the fireworks. We laid on blankets. The smell of hot dogs + beer blended nicely to make an atmosphere. The end was grand, cannons roaring, fireworks blazing, and it was spectacular. alt : William Tell Overture

08 27 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

08 27 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

Diet and Exercise

This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series Green Cycle Notebook


I got a thought of the day for you. I got it from a friend: “As you walk through life, you may be solo but not alone.” Deep! My favorite fast food place is…? I like most junk food but try not to eat too much of it because I’m trying to become a better athlete and get in better shape, even though I’m pretty fit as it is. I didn’t think the speaker was that bad or good today, he was about average.

08 26 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog

08 26 1993 Pete Ippel Preblog