A Former Student Remembers Life With “Mr. J”
It’s 9:00am on a Monday morning. I’m walking into the classroom of Mr. Chris Johnson when a little foam dart hits me in the chest. I look up and see “Mr. J” sitting at his desk, brandishing his Nerf dart gun with a smile.
“Didn’t hurt,” I say.
He smiles again. “I’ll have to get a paintball gun, then.”
I laugh and then find my desk.
“Mitt Romney or Newt Gingrich?” I ask.
“Chris Christie!” He shoots back.
“That’s just because you like his name!” a student from the back of the room chimes in.Read More »