tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493438831653372198.post4236142317738896502..comments2024-01-25T08:19:59.407-05:00Comments on Stanton's Space: RIP, Mr. FoleyJDShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05360470068860788678noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493438831653372198.post-24967925535990384572022-02-08T23:23:21.734-05:002022-02-08T23:23:21.734-05:00I don’t entirely recall why but I still have the s...I don’t entirely recall why but I still have the sixth edition of A History of the Modern World (printed in 1983) that I used at SPHS (in 1990, yay school funding). Just randomly pulled it out of the shelf tonight thinking I’d read it some. I opened the front cover to see my then girlfriend’s name written in it and just next to that, Mr Foley. My mind has certainly churned up a thought or two about him from time to time so when I saw his name there I thought, hell, I’m gonna google him. Your post came up and yes, everything you said, 100%, very eloquently. High school was tough for me but I tell you he was pretty amazing. Hands down probably the best teacher I ever had. And like you said, it was really how he treated me that made the difference. He didn’t go easy on you at all but he was fair, treated you like an adult, and if you held up your part of the bargain, well, he wasn’t touchy feel-y but you knew it pleased him and that was motivating to my scattered teenage brain. Thank you for your remembrance and thank you Mr Foley, really. <br />He used all the same catchphrases in 1990-93. Definitely remember 1066.<br />Joshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12154198807368784980noreply@blogger.com