Steve had to fulfill his ROTC active duty commitment, so we were posted to Aberdeen Proving Ground. I needed a job and interviewed at a local high school. I didn’t have a teaching certificate, but they were hurting for a math teacher so they hired me. If this wasn’t a blackboard jungle school it was close. On my second day I come to my classroom and the word ‘whore’ was misspelled on the window. Well I rush hurriedly to the classroom across the hall and told the teacher about it whereas we went back to my classroom where he commented, “It wasn’t any of my students because we had that word on our test last week.” One student filling out a form answering the sex checkbox with, “Once on the old Pulaski Highway.” It didn’t take too long to figure things out. I was only a couple of years older than some of the seniors and wore high heels to be a bit taller. By the end of the year, I could throw the guys against the wall lockers with the best of the teachers.

As you can see I was young and the kids loved me. The Junior Class asked me to be their advisor and I agreed. One big event was the formal dance and I got to bring my man (CLASS of ’55 & big brother of Jim Wixson) to it in full dress blues.

The Raymond Stories. Was he a composite? Imagined? Or Real? Guess Real!

1. We were studying perimeters and areas. The book had a drawing to explain it, a square box with six units on a side and inside the box were 36 one unit boxes that showed the relationship of the perimeter of 24 units and the area of 36. Raymond asks, “Mrs. Wixson. How can there be more on the inside than there is on the outside?”
2. Now we study Xs and Ys. One of my college professors had a law, Horton’s Law, “What you can do to X you can also do to Y. So after some explaining, I write on the board X + Y = Y + X. Raymond pops up and says, “I got you this time, Mrs. Wixson. I did it both ways and got two different answers.”
3. During those years Steve was 15% older than me, but now it’s about 4%. What do you think Raymond would say to that, “Mrs. Wixson, . . . . . . . . .”