Looking back in my memory book, I found some stories that Tanja and I had written from our high school years. One was entitled "The Daddy Rabbit" a tribute to one of our greatest heroes in high school, our former teacher, Mr. Sonny Miller- a.k.a. The Daddy Rabbit. Remember, he was our 8th grade science teacher and Ag teacher in High School. How can we ever forget the density equation from 8th grade science class, remember he wrote it on the chalk board every day
D = m/v (dense equals mass over volume) along with the date, every day written at the top corner of his chalk board. Such a strict and disciplined man, you knew you were in trouble when he caught you doing something wrong and gave you the "signal." The signal would be him holding up 3 or 5 fingers, giving you the choice to 1. come over to the ag building- on your lunch hour for three consecutive days to clean the building 2. The 5-finger signal- meaning five pages front and back of definitions from the glossary of the beloved science book. Of course, no double-spacing, and neatness always counted. Now did he give spankings as an option- you all will have to help me out with this, because I always remember him saying "What's it gonna be, Me or the Man?"- meaning go and get a paddling from Mr. Peterson, right?..but it seems like I remember him having a big-ass paddle?
If you were caught trying to sneak of campus or without a hall pass, you may be required to do push-ups for the Daddy Rabbit. We were treated on some days when his son, Chad, would come over to our classroom and do his impression of the "Burgers and Bones" television commercial and would sing for us. And don't dare enter his building without knocking, if so, you would be given a "signal." One of his famous phrases "Hey Bozo!"- he would often use this when catching you in the act of doing something wrong! I am sure you all can remember and post some other funny "Daddy Rabbit-isms" from back in the day...
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Okay, Gin... you left out the worst offense in Mr. Miller's class. Can anyone guess it? That's right, sitting on top of a desk! I didn't get in too much trouble in school, but I believe I got a paddling with Mr. M's big-a paddle for that.
Susan :)
No way, the 3-Finger Salute. 3 Days in the Shop of 3 Licks...and man those licks were HARD. Mr Miller was a VERY COOL man, and really treated us like adults more than kids, he taught me so much about being a man. I drove past his place after looking around Negreet last year and got a chance to catch up and apologize for all the rotten things I did. Like Lane and I taking a whizz in his boots one day. Childish yes, but appropriate at the time...I think.
Ok I remember one Sonny Story. I think Robert Lee was going to get his backside warmed up by Sonny and a few of us snuck around the back side of the shop. I think it was Tony, Rex, Lane & I. Anyway Sonny caught us trying to watch the carnage and we got the salute, 1 lick on the rump roast or one day cleaning the shop I often wonder how many days I spent cleaning that thing to keep my ghetto booty intact lol
I had to do push ups one day b/c I couldn't get the gas/oxygen ratio right on the cutting torch--He didn't always count right either! I think I ended up doing 10 push ups instead of just 3!!
You know it's kinda Funny but Tony & i were putting some race cars together and he was welding away and i remeber walking up behind him and saying one of Mr Millers famous quotes (Good welding sound Like frying bacon ) lol some stuff we wont ever get rid of.
That and the hey bozo got to love it.
Yes, Susan- I remember him telling me to "Get your B-9 Bomber Off of My Desk!" ...I think I had to clean the ag shop for that too!
Speaking of the daddy rabbit, i never dreamed he would be my kids step grandpa....lol...lol....
My Best Daddy Rabbit Memory...the day Janice & I decided we were "bored with Home Ec" and as a 'joke' walked over to the AG building on the first day of class, knowing we could 'change our mind before Wednesday if desired'; EXCEPT FOR THIS PARTICULAR YEAR...in his very own personal style, the Daddy Rabbit, holding up the 3-Fingers, yet not exactly "Saluting Them", asked the guy in the furtherest corner to "Please shut the door" and for everyone to look around the room because this "IS THE NEGREET HIGH 1987 AGRIGULTURE CLASS THIS YEAR" and in no uncertain terms lets everyone know that we were FORBIDDEN to change our schedule and if you were "in the room" then you were "in his class" and there was no turning back~ I just know he did that because of the 2 dumbgirls in the room~ and yes we were stuck...stuck in ALL OF IT!! Stuck in all its glory and all the sick stuff about cows you never wanted to know...Janice & I had to attend the annual de-horning and casteration of the bulls at his farm just down the road...as I recall, Janice got so sick to her stomach that we had to go back to the bus and beg for mercy from the Big Daddy Rabbit~ I will always believe he thouroughly ENJOYED that year in a special way because of all the things he threw at us....FYI: I will be bringing my prize work of art, piece of metal from his shop, in which I "blow-torched" the letter "R" into~ I have kept it all these years...if you have never viewed this item...you are in for a real laugh! LOL LOL
LOL! I remember that so well!! I also remember having to go to the slaughter house in Florien--so gross!!!!!
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