Cocktail Sausages with Barbecue Sauce

I guess you can tell I'm now writing blogs about my favorite foods. Whenever I arrived at Boulter Jr. High, I had some of the Best teachers this state had to offer. My seventh grade year was amazing with all the teachers I had that year. In Math, I'm only as good as my teacher. She was pretty good and helped me all year with the questions I had. My history teacher was awesome and he even went on to work for TEA. My science teacher was just the best and when I pierced my ears in college , she was there at the store when I fainted. But my Reading teacher had to be the best there was. Man I learned so much from that woman about our language. I learned all the meanings of the Latin and Greek prefixes and suffixes. We memorized poetry right and left. My English teacher was fantastic too. Just remembering seventh grade teachers bring back pleasant memories. That's also when I became friends with Lynette, Dianne, Ramonda and Carol. I was always with the smart girls because I was in honor classes. We had PE and Art classes too. My PE teacher was a sister of the winningest Basketball coach in East Texas. Whenever we had softball, I was always the pitcher so whenever I played faculty softball games ,in the back of my mind I would wonder why they didn't ask me to pitch because my peers always did growing up.. Barbara was also a friend I had and every six weeks she would be grounded if she made a B. My parents just checked my citizenship to make sure I behaved and they were happy. However I did try to make the best grades possible. When I was in 8th grade I spent 2 hours a day with a very depressed teacher( Reading and English). Come to find out, she was going through a divorce.I found that out about 30 years later like I found out everything. My parents were so professional and I never knew about any of my teachers personal lives while they were my teachers. My parents worked with all my teachers grades 1-8. My social studies teacher was a coach and did a great job. My science teacher was next door to my daddy and one time she threatened to go next door and tell my daddy, I told go ahead. That was one thing teachers would threaten to do to me and finally I got tired of it. Of course when there was a extra spot on the bus that went to Florida for the space launch on the moon in 1969, she let me go with the bus at half price. So I guess she wasn't too mad at me. That was the only time I really went much of anywhere in my younger life. We spent the first night in New orleans and walked down Bourbon Street. Then we went across I -10 into Florida seeing the launch from the closest bleachers possible. Needless to say, when the sea gulls cried out as the rocket launched into space , I was distracted to say the least. During my ninth grade year, I had two of the best science and math teachers possible. I gained so much confidence because all my math and science teachers were so good those 3 years. All of my history teachers were coaches but they were good teachers, too. I am always amazed whenever adults criticize their coach/teachers because mine were so good at their job. They were so interesting and I learned so much from them. For these 3 years, I was a Boulter Viking I enjoyed most days I was at school,even when I would walk by my daddy's class and he'd give that look but I remember pantomining Georgy Girl in a group before the school. The speech class always sang for the school their 9th grade year. However my favorite song was California Dreaming done by the speech class. Thinking back I just remembered we had a boy cheerleader which was not normal those days. WOW!