Gym teacher Miss Carey

Author – Debbie Keds

Miss Carey was the girl’s gym teacher at my middle school.  She almost always wore canvas Tretorn Nylite tennis sneakers with short socks not unlike many of us girls.  Miss Carey did not always have a pleasant disposition and could be pretty hateful to the students.  Her office was beside the basketball gym.

Usually once a year, the school refinishes the gym floor, and no one could walk on the floor for a few days.  I asked Miss Carey why we could not walk on the floor.  She chuckled and said that the floor was so sticky that it would suck our socks and sneakers right off of our feet if we stepped on it.  Miss Carey also bounced her Tretorn clad foot and crossed leg around as she gave her explanation.  

Later that day, I was at after-school cheerleading practice when Miss Carey left school wearing high heels.  I snuck into her office found her Tretorns under her desk and put them on.  Then I stepped onto the sticky gym floor.  Sure enough, Miss Carey was correct as her Tretorns would not budge from the floor.  

I had to put my hands over my mouth so that no one would hear my laughing as I stepped out of her Tretorns and threw her short socks onto the sticky floor.  

Miss Carey was furious when she found her sneakers stuck to the gym floor and questioned everyone in the school about the prank.  The maintenance man had to cut them off of the floor.  

Years later, I ran into Miss Carey in a parking and told her that I was the culprit.  At first, she flew mad.  Then Miss Carey calmly put her arm around me and asked me if my cute little Camaro was very fast.  I proudly stated that she was really fast, especially since it was a stick shift car.  Miss Carey said with a devilish smile, “it’s not very fast without four flat tires.”  

Debbie Keds

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Joining my sorority

Author – Debbie

When I first joined my sorority in college, the older sisters would teach you how to play poker.  The only catch was that the pledges had to take a shot each time they lost.  Of course this lead to all of the pledges usually losing all of their money to begin with.  Then we were required to bet clothes, shoes, and whatever our sisters wanted from us.  

I remember betting and losing my new white canvas Keds.  The other pledges also lost their sneakers.  We left barefooted and broke.  Nikki was particularly unlucky and lost ALL of her shoes and clothes.  After the game, the winning sisters emptied Nikki’s closet!  But Nikki had the last laugh as her sneakers spread athlete’s foot throughout the sisters.  lol.