School Story:
When Mr. Frieden quit smoking he got upset at the class, told us to be quiet until he returned, left the room and slammed the door. (I learned more from him than many university instructors.)
Mr. Moore was furious when I wore a black arm band, called me a communist, told me to leave.
Mr. Lamb almost sent me to the office for cursing in class until he realized that someone set a torch off by my head on purpose.
I loved Villapondo, Lamb, Janet Hamm, Ms. Siedles, Lent, Breckinridge (sp?) and even Frieden (who worked us to the core) as instructors. They were the only reason I made it through high school to graduate.
Janet Hamm nearly lost her job for trying to help an alcoholic senior finish his school year.
Pregnant girls disappeared from school and the boys ended up with sports/school scholarships.
North High never gave my sister (national merit scholar) her diploma because she and Dewey were the first interracial couple of friends to walk at graduation 1965 (I don't know if he got his either).
Canoeing, arts, English and Spanish were favs.
I remember Mr. Grieder showing a document film of coke industries migrant farm workers living conditions (putting their babies in hammocks out of the reach of rats).
Mr. Garfield the old history teacher was beside himself when I inquired to his student instructor about the mistreatment/genocide of the American Indians, why wasn't the truth printed in our books.
There was good theatrical drama produced.