This is what my daughter wrote today about David Lamb. Olivia I hate that about Mr. Lamb. He taught me in the 7th grade (English). I remember to this day how he would arrange us in his classroom according to our average. You never wanted to sit in that last desk!! I got a lot of my perfectionism from him. He would count off a point for every "t" not crossed, every "i" not dotted, any punctuation missing, etc. Even if you didn't fold your paper neat enough, you would lose points. I kept a 100 average there for awhile. He would walk around with my papers looking for a mistake. He was also the headmaster of DEA for the year that I worked there. I really liked him. What is really weird, is that I dreamed about him Thursday. I woke up that morning trying to remember his daughter's name. I finally came up with it. I wish I had known sooner; I would've gone to the funeral home. Thanks for telling me. Lisa