WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Thursday, June 14, 2007
WE HAVE A NEW RECORD!
Well, it took Tony Trzeciak five more years. But he has managed to break (or possibly tie with Randy Ertman) the class record for drunk driving offenses. Whatever the case, no one else has more. He won't be able to go for double digits until 2010. here's the article from today's Herald Times Reporter.
Man convicted of 9th OWI
MANITOWOC — A Manitowoc man was sent to prison recently for three years after being convicted of his ninth offense of operating a motor vehicle while intoxicated.
Tony R. Trzeciak, 37, pleaded no contest to the felony charge in Manitowoc County Circuit Court on May 25. He was sentenced to three years in prison and three years on extended supervision following his prison stay.
As conditions of extended supervision, Trzeciak is required to pay a $2,759 fine and maintain absolute sobriety. His license was revoked for 36 months.
Trzeciak faced up to six years in prison and a $10,000 fine.
“You pose a danger to yourself and a danger to the rest of society,” Manitowoc County Circuit Judge Jerome Fox said at sentencing. “You choose to drink and you choose to drive.”
According to the criminal complaint, at 3:45 p.m. on Jan. 19, Manitowoc Police Officer Robert Weyer responded to a report of a vehicle that left the roadway in the 1500 block of Rapids Road.
The vehicle was able to return to the road and left the scene. Trzeciak went to a Whitelaw apartment where law enforcement officials found him, the complaint says.
Weyer, who returned to where the car left the road, found that the vehicle partially drove through a snow-covered, grassy area at Calvary Assembly of God.
The complaint says Trzeciak had a 0.202 blood-alcohol content. The legal limit in Wisconsin is 0.08.
Trzeciak’s last OWI conviction was in December 2002, according to court records.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:07 PM 0 comments
UMM... WHY?
Just when you think you've seen it all... Yes, our yearbook from senior year is now available on EBAY. Where did this guy in Ohio obtain it? Who knows! But it can be yours for only $50.00. Wow. It looks like it will be listed until it sells. Get it now!
EBAY AUCTION
In non-yearbook related news, Sara Prust and her husband had their baby. It's an 8-pound baby boy named Jonathan. You can see him with his proud daddy below. Congratulations to them.
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Wednesday, June 06, 2007
WELCOME - PAULA BROTSKI
It must be the time for the class of 1990. I've heard from three of them in the past couple of weeks. This time it's Paula Brotski. She left a brief comment in the entry below.
Welcome Paula!
PAULA'S COMMENT
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
UPDATE - MR. WOOD, MRS. KULAS & CRAIG RYSTICKEN
A member of the class of 1990 E-mailed me a couple of stories about these two. This class member prefers to remain anonymous. But this person was fine with me posting them anonymously. So check out their entries for a couple of short stories.
Also, I had not one, but two of Craig's current students leave a comment in Craig's entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:06 AM 0 comments
Monday, June 04, 2007
UPDATE - MR. SCHNELL
I found a picture of Mr. Schnell. You can see it below. He's still involved with music. He's on the left - and pretty much looks exactly the same. Perhaps that's the secret to always looking young - grow a beard in your 30's, and keep it forever.
Oh, and for shits and giggles (or "shiggles" as we say around my house) here's a picture of class of 1990's John Kern. Speaking of John, about 10 days ago, one of his fellow class of 1990 members sent me this little tidbit about him.
"For our graduation John gave a speech. The theme was, "Think globally, act locally". He was really heated and kept repeating this mantra. By the end he was practically screaming it. I think the crowd was a little taken aback. My sister still talks about it when his name comes up. Very weird."
Good stuff! Very funny! In Meff's comments about Mr. Kern, he mentioned a phenomenon called "Kern-mania." That graduation speech sounds like Kern-mania at its finest. I'd love to have a copy of it.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:28 AM 0 comments
UPDATE - SARA PRUST
I recently found several photos of Sara online. I've included some of them here. The first one is from her wedding day - which I believe took place in the summer of 2006. Her husband's name is Earl. The other photos are of the two of them, as well as Sara's parents and family. I believe the child in one of the pictures is Earl's, from a previous relationship.
Good news for the two of them as well - they are pregnant, and are having a baby boy. The due date is between 5/31/07 and 6/7/07. So if she hasn't already given birth, it could literally happen at any moment. Congratulations to them.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:53 AM 1 comments
Thursday, June 14, 2007
MAY, 2007
WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
MR. SWOKOWSKI
Mr. Swokowski (Jan) was one of the art teachers at L.B. Clarke. He was probably in his early-40's. He had a thin build and full beard.
I believe I had Swokowski all three years at Clarke. I can't quite remember if I had him in 6th grade or not. I know I had Mr Kjelstrup in 6th grade for sure. But I think our class had both of them. At the very least, I had Swokowski in 7th and 8th grade.
For whatever reason, Swokowski (who was sometimes referred to simply as "Swo") and I didn't get along. It probably had something to do with me being an asshole.
As I recall, we all sat at tables - two on each side. It was alphabetical. So in 7th grade, I sat at the same table with Tricia Wetzel, Lori Wavrunek and Missy Vertz. For the most part, I got along with Tricia and Lori. Missy was always grumpy.
For the life of me, I can't remember what I had done. But Swokowski blew up at me and made me stay after class one day. Our art class was in 7th hour - the last class of the day. So by staying after, I was essentially staying after school. After everyone left, Swokowski talked to me very calmly. I was still pissed off though. He wanted me to make some sort of amends with him, and make some sort of promise to "wipe the slate clean." But me, in my complete stubborn glory refused to budge. When I repeatedly turned him down, he gave up and said, "Fine. Then you can sit there until I'm ready to go home." So I sat - for about 90 minutes. Around 4:30 or so, he let me go. Ha! I beat him!
A few days later, I had art class again. Swokowski caught me off guard. He made me stay after school again, until I made nice with him. And again I refused. So he said he was going to make me stay until he left again. And he was going to continue to make me stay everyday from then on. Screw that! After about 10 minutes, I gave up. He won that round. I said whatever he wanted to hear me say. But I assure you, I didn't mean it!
We sat on benches in his class. They were more like half benches actually - one-seaters. One day, as he was teaching us something, I decided to slowly inch my seat out and move it down the aisle. It was impossible for me not to be seen. My plan was to move all the way to the back of the room where B.J. Lutterman, Sarah Plappert and Jenny Malley were seated. I made it about five feet before Swokowski slid off his stool, walked around his podium-type desk, walked down the aisle, and grabbed my seat and flung me back to my own table. I didn't try that again.
In 8th grade, I had Swokowski once again. I seem to recall moving around a lot. He had assigned seats for awhile. But eventually he let us sit wherever we wanted to. For a time, I sat at the same table with Ken Bartz and Nick Novachek. One day Ken Bartz and I got into a paint war. We were dipping our paint brushes in paint, then flinging the brushes in the air, sending a tiny amount of paint flying. It was in the middle of teaching, when the class was quiet. Then suddenly Ken nailed me right in the eye. I yelped in pain, and immediately got up to wash my eye out in the sink. Surprisingly, Swokowski didn't do anything. He just told everyone that there was to be no more paint flinging.
Whenever the class got a little loud, Swokowski would say, "People!" In time, if got even louder, he would follow it up with, "I'll tell you what people!"
Check out my entry on Scott Gauthier for stories about a fight with Randy Klein, and the day he got his hand completely sliced open by Richard Crowe's exacto knife.
At some point in 8th grade, I sat at a table with Stacy Taddy and Jamie Tadych. This must have been in the beginning of the year, when we were still assigned alphabetically. Stacy and I always got along well, in some weird sort of way. Jamie seemed to always have the hots for Stacy. Anyway, one day we were working with clay. Swokowski had a gigantic bag full of clay. And prior to class starting, he gave us a very stern warning. He warned us that nobody should dare to use their pencils to poke a hole in the bag of clay.
That was too tempting for me to avoid. Had he not said anything, it never would have dawned on me to do it. But since he said it, I had to go for it. So at some point in the class, as I was walking by, I jabbed my pencil into the bag. I was incredibly covert about it. Nobody saw me.
About 15 minutes later, Swokowski let out a loud, monotoned, "Uh-oh..." He then informed us that someone had poked a hole in the bag. And man oh man, was he pissed! If I'm not mistaken, he made everybody sit down. He then waited for the guilty party to fess up. As if! Needless to say, no one did.
The next time we had art class, Stacy Taddy and Jamie Tadych both said to me, "We know you did it. And we're going to tell Swokowski." I was pissed off! I knew for a fact that they hadn't seen me. So I knew they were lying. Why? I have no idea. The fact that they were accusing the right person didn't matter. The point was, they hadn't seen me, and were accusing me for no reason. Well I professed my innocence. I wasn't about to get involved in a heated debate with Jamie. I just refused to listen to them and went back to work. They never bothered to tell anyway. So be it.
Sometime during 8th grade, Swokowski lost (more likely had stolen) some art tool that looked like a laser gun. He even drew an incredibly detailed picture of it on the chalkboard. He left it up there for months, hoping someone would find it and return it to him. That of course never happened. And no, I had nothing to do with it.
After I left Clarke, I don't believe I ran into Swokowski again. I did however call him once.
In my freshman year of high school, I made a series of prank phone call tapes. See my entry on Ben Franco to read how I lost those tapes! Anyway, I decided to call Mr. Swokowski. When he answered the phone, I just started talking to him like I knew him. Now, as a seasoned prank phone call expert, there's one rule to follow. If the person on the other line says, "Is this so-and-so?" The answer is always "YES!"
So after a few seconds of talking to Swokowski, he asked that same question. I of course said that I was the person he thought I was. I then replied with the usual, "I have a bit of a cold." Well, as it turned out, the person who he thought I was, was his very own son! Yikes! Once he thought it was his son just messing with him, he replied, "You turkey you!" We then spoke for another couple of minutes. I really didn't know where to go with the conversation. But I played nice. Then I apparently made a mistake. I mentioned something about coming home one of these days, and going out and having a beer with him. Immediately, the mood got dark. He started yelling and questioning me. What had I done? The call ended a minute later. In retrospect I specualted that perhaps one of the two participants may have had a previous drinking problem or something in the past. And that my mentioning of having a beer was unbelievably inappropriate. Oops. I must admit, I felt like an asshole after that call.
To the best of my knowledge, that was my last contact with Mr. Swokowski. Today I believe he still lives in Manitowoc. I can't find anything about him online. So I surmise that he's probably retired.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:20 AM 0 comments
Thursday, May 17, 2007
UPDATE - MIKE "DON'T CALL ME BRUCE" SCHROEDER
Mike found the blog and left some comments in his entry. He also sent me a pic of him and his family. Look down to see it. Save for the beard, he looks exactly the same. Oh, and after he showed up, it jogged two obscure memories I had of him. I put them in his entry. One involved an Atari game. The other involved a girlfriend of his.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:29 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
UPDATE - BRUCE DUVALL & PETE SOUCOUP
I realize that perhaps I'm the only one who even recalls Bruce Duvall. But check out the comment I received in his entry last week - even though it was a different Bruce Duvall.
As for Pete, well, just watch the Youtube clip below. Good lord! Notice he mentions "Brett Witting" (class of 1988). I think he meant "Brett Gruetzmacher" though.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:50 AM 1 comments
Friday, May 04, 2007
UPDATE BRIAN BELONGIA
Today was a big day for Brian. Check out his entry for the details. You'll also find a MASSIVE biography for him, as well as 16 new photos.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:16 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
UPDATE - PETE SOUCOUP
Kevin Dehne happened to run into Pete at a bar yesterday. So he ran home and got his camera. You can see the pictures in Pete's entry. There's a video message from Pete as well, which I'll post shortly.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:59 AM 3 comments
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
MR. SWOKOWSKI
Mr. Swokowski (Jan) was one of the art teachers at L.B. Clarke. He was probably in his early-40's. He had a thin build and full beard.
I believe I had Swokowski all three years at Clarke. I can't quite remember if I had him in 6th grade or not. I know I had Mr Kjelstrup in 6th grade for sure. But I think our class had both of them. At the very least, I had Swokowski in 7th and 8th grade.
For whatever reason, Swokowski (who was sometimes referred to simply as "Swo") and I didn't get along. It probably had something to do with me being an asshole.
As I recall, we all sat at tables - two on each side. It was alphabetical. So in 7th grade, I sat at the same table with Tricia Wetzel, Lori Wavrunek and Missy Vertz. For the most part, I got along with Tricia and Lori. Missy was always grumpy.
For the life of me, I can't remember what I had done. But Swokowski blew up at me and made me stay after class one day. Our art class was in 7th hour - the last class of the day. So by staying after, I was essentially staying after school. After everyone left, Swokowski talked to me very calmly. I was still pissed off though. He wanted me to make some sort of amends with him, and make some sort of promise to "wipe the slate clean." But me, in my complete stubborn glory refused to budge. When I repeatedly turned him down, he gave up and said, "Fine. Then you can sit there until I'm ready to go home." So I sat - for about 90 minutes. Around 4:30 or so, he let me go. Ha! I beat him!
A few days later, I had art class again. Swokowski caught me off guard. He made me stay after school again, until I made nice with him. And again I refused. So he said he was going to make me stay until he left again. And he was going to continue to make me stay everyday from then on. Screw that! After about 10 minutes, I gave up. He won that round. I said whatever he wanted to hear me say. But I assure you, I didn't mean it!
We sat on benches in his class. They were more like half benches actually - one-seaters. One day, as he was teaching us something, I decided to slowly inch my seat out and move it down the aisle. It was impossible for me not to be seen. My plan was to move all the way to the back of the room where B.J. Lutterman, Sarah Plappert and Jenny Malley were seated. I made it about five feet before Swokowski slid off his stool, walked around his podium-type desk, walked down the aisle, and grabbed my seat and flung me back to my own table. I didn't try that again.
In 8th grade, I had Swokowski once again. I seem to recall moving around a lot. He had assigned seats for awhile. But eventually he let us sit wherever we wanted to. For a time, I sat at the same table with Ken Bartz and Nick Novachek. One day Ken Bartz and I got into a paint war. We were dipping our paint brushes in paint, then flinging the brushes in the air, sending a tiny amount of paint flying. It was in the middle of teaching, when the class was quiet. Then suddenly Ken nailed me right in the eye. I yelped in pain, and immediately got up to wash my eye out in the sink. Surprisingly, Swokowski didn't do anything. He just told everyone that there was to be no more paint flinging.
Whenever the class got a little loud, Swokowski would say, "People!" In time, if got even louder, he would follow it up with, "I'll tell you what people!"
Check out my entry on Scott Gauthier for stories about a fight with Randy Klein, and the day he got his hand completely sliced open by Richard Crowe's exacto knife.
At some point in 8th grade, I sat at a table with Stacy Taddy and Jamie Tadych. This must have been in the beginning of the year, when we were still assigned alphabetically. Stacy and I always got along well, in some weird sort of way. Jamie seemed to always have the hots for Stacy. Anyway, one day we were working with clay. Swokowski had a gigantic bag full of clay. And prior to class starting, he gave us a very stern warning. He warned us that nobody should dare to use their pencils to poke a hole in the bag of clay.
That was too tempting for me to avoid. Had he not said anything, it never would have dawned on me to do it. But since he said it, I had to go for it. So at some point in the class, as I was walking by, I jabbed my pencil into the bag. I was incredibly covert about it. Nobody saw me.
About 15 minutes later, Swokowski let out a loud, monotoned, "Uh-oh..." He then informed us that someone had poked a hole in the bag. And man oh man, was he pissed! If I'm not mistaken, he made everybody sit down. He then waited for the guilty party to fess up. As if! Needless to say, no one did.
The next time we had art class, Stacy Taddy and Jamie Tadych both said to me, "We know you did it. And we're going to tell Swokowski." I was pissed off! I knew for a fact that they hadn't seen me. So I knew they were lying. Why? I have no idea. The fact that they were accusing the right person didn't matter. The point was, they hadn't seen me, and were accusing me for no reason. Well I professed my innocence. I wasn't about to get involved in a heated debate with Jamie. I just refused to listen to them and went back to work. They never bothered to tell anyway. So be it.
Sometime during 8th grade, Swokowski lost (more likely had stolen) some art tool that looked like a laser gun. He even drew an incredibly detailed picture of it on the chalkboard. He left it up there for months, hoping someone would find it and return it to him. That of course never happened. And no, I had nothing to do with it.
After I left Clarke, I don't believe I ran into Swokowski again. I did however call him once.
In my freshman year of high school, I made a series of prank phone call tapes. See my entry on Ben Franco to read how I lost those tapes! Anyway, I decided to call Mr. Swokowski. When he answered the phone, I just started talking to him like I knew him. Now, as a seasoned prank phone call expert, there's one rule to follow. If the person on the other line says, "Is this so-and-so?" The answer is always "YES!"
So after a few seconds of talking to Swokowski, he asked that same question. I of course said that I was the person he thought I was. I then replied with the usual, "I have a bit of a cold." Well, as it turned out, the person who he thought I was, was his very own son! Yikes! Once he thought it was his son just messing with him, he replied, "You turkey you!" We then spoke for another couple of minutes. I really didn't know where to go with the conversation. But I played nice. Then I apparently made a mistake. I mentioned something about coming home one of these days, and going out and having a beer with him. Immediately, the mood got dark. He started yelling and questioning me. What had I done? The call ended a minute later. In retrospect I specualted that perhaps one of the two participants may have had a previous drinking problem or something in the past. And that my mentioning of having a beer was unbelievably inappropriate. Oops. I must admit, I felt like an asshole after that call.
To the best of my knowledge, that was my last contact with Mr. Swokowski. Today I believe he still lives in Manitowoc. I can't find anything about him online. So I surmise that he's probably retired.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:20 AM 0 comments
Thursday, May 17, 2007
UPDATE - MIKE "DON'T CALL ME BRUCE" SCHROEDER
Mike found the blog and left some comments in his entry. He also sent me a pic of him and his family. Look down to see it. Save for the beard, he looks exactly the same. Oh, and after he showed up, it jogged two obscure memories I had of him. I put them in his entry. One involved an Atari game. The other involved a girlfriend of his.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:29 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
UPDATE - BRUCE DUVALL & PETE SOUCOUP
I realize that perhaps I'm the only one who even recalls Bruce Duvall. But check out the comment I received in his entry last week - even though it was a different Bruce Duvall.
As for Pete, well, just watch the Youtube clip below. Good lord! Notice he mentions "Brett Witting" (class of 1988). I think he meant "Brett Gruetzmacher" though.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:50 AM 1 comments
Friday, May 04, 2007
UPDATE BRIAN BELONGIA
Today was a big day for Brian. Check out his entry for the details. You'll also find a MASSIVE biography for him, as well as 16 new photos.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:16 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
UPDATE - PETE SOUCOUP
Kevin Dehne happened to run into Pete at a bar yesterday. So he ran home and got his camera. You can see the pictures in Pete's entry. There's a video message from Pete as well, which I'll post shortly.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:59 AM 3 comments
APRIL, 2007
WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Sunday, April 29, 2007
MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT
On Sunday, March 25th, I was invited to a surprise 60th birthday party for Tom Grassman's father. Tom played a short set of songs - mostly Buddy Holly stuff, as that is his dad's favorite. I have several clips from that day. Here's one of them.
On Friday, April 13th, my family and I drove all the way up to Depere to see Greg Pagel play at some fancy restaurant where the waiter places the napkin in your lap. I had a really good burger. Anyway, it was sort of dark. And I didn't actually tape more than a 30-second hello from Greg. But, you can see it below.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:25 PM 1 comments
Friday, April 27, 2007
UPDATES
I finally got a new entry. It's Mr. Heuer. You can see it right below this one. I also found a picture of Mrs. Kulas. Lastly, one of Brian Belongia's former coworkers went in and left a comment for him.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:59 AM 0 comments
MR. HEUER
Mr. Heuer (Ric - was that short for Richard?) was a math teacher at Washington High School. I had him during my freshman year for algebra. His room was on the third floor, next to the computer room. He had a beard. He wore a suit most days. But I also seem to recall him wearing flannel shirts on occasion.
Mr. Heuer and I never really got along. I'm not sure why. He just always seemed moody and grumpy to me. There didn't seem to be much of a sense of humor eminating from him.
I don't have a whole lot of stories about him. But I do have a couple of things.
I sat in the second row from the right, the third seat from the front. Stephanie Gardner sat in front of me. The seat in front of her was empty. In front of that seat is where Heuer had a table with his podium on it. Anyway, Jeff Bodwin was on my left, one seat ahead of me. Jeff and I communicated on some level. And Stephanie was friends with Mindy Moore - who sat next to me, right behind Jeff. So Stephanie and I decided that we would ask Heuer if we could switch seats. So we bravely went to his desk in the back corner of the room, explained the situation, and were promptly turned down - for no reason. Nice. To hell with that! The next day, I got into class before Stephanie did. And I sat in her seat instead. When Stephanie came in, she said, "Burt!" But she quietly sat down in my seat as well. When Heuer came to the front of the room to begin his teachings for the day, he gave me an odd look. But he said nothing. I can only imagine that the wheels were turning in his head and that he remembered us asking if we could switch seats with each other. Could he have forgotten that he'd turned down our request?
A day or two later, Lee Jacquart (who was now on my immediate right) made his own seat switch, moving one seat over as well. When Heuer saw this, he kicked the table and screamed, "Lee, get in your own damn seat!" Ever the narc, Lee blurted out, "Well Burt and Stephanie switched." Mr. Heuer then said, "But they asked!"
So apparently Mr. Heuer remembered that we'd asked him for permission. But I guess he forgot the part where he turned us down. Perhaps he assumed there was no way we would defy him like that. So he must have surmised that he'd said it was ok. Wrong!
I recall one day that Randy Ertman fell asleep in class. When word filtered up to Heuer about it, he simply said, "Let him sleep." I think he was a bit annoyed though.
Read my entry on Shawn Rappley to learn how I barely passed the first semester, thanks to getting Shawn to do nearly all of my past-due assignments the night before the final day to turn them in.
There is one major event that happened in Heuer's class. It happened to me. And it's something I've never forgotten. Granted, I remember almost everything anyway. But this one bugs me to this day.
I did not excel in Heuer's class. Thanks to Shawn Rappley's help (cheating) I passed the first semester. Without it, I wouldn't have. By the second semester I was completely lost. It was straight F's across the board for the rest of the year. Anyway, Heuer knew I was lost by this time. It happens. So be it. Then one day he was working out some sort of complicated equation on the board. After he'd gone through several steps, he was near the end. And he said, "Then all you have left to do is add two plus two - which is what - Burt?" Now, keep in mind that those last four words he said very fast, trying to catch me off guard. Heuer assumed that I was not paying any attention to him, and would no doubt answer with, "Huh?" But Heuer be damned! Whether or not I was paying attention to the whole thing is highly debatable. I'm sure I wasn't. But at the very least, I heard him ask the "two plus two" part. So I blurted out "four!" Heuer then looked down on me, clearly frustrated that I came up with the right answer.
Now I ask you, is this proper behavior for a teacher? Here's a guy who purposely set out to embarrass me in front of my fellow classmates. Why? Is it empowering to show up a 14-year-old kid? Would it make him feel good to have everyone laughing at me? Does he enjoy making fools out of his students?
In my opinion, that was a really shitty thing to do - totally unprofessional. Fuck him! And fuck his feeble attempts to mock me. When I answerd "four," which one of us looked foolish then? I can assure you, it wasn't me.
From what I recall, Heuer wasn't the most popular of teachers in the school. He had a bit of a temper. And he could yell and scream at the drop of a hat. Like I said earlier, he didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor. He was basically a no-nonsense kind of guy. I have no memory of seeing him smile.
I never had Heuer again after that year. That worked out fine for me. He was still teaching there when I graduated. But I think he might be retired today. According to a traffic ticket he received a few years ago, he's 57-years-old today. And yes, his first name is in fact Richard.
I saw Mr. Heuer several times while working at the video store. I saw his wife more often though. They were always pleasant enough. If memory serves, they had a daughter - maybe multiple daughters. I'm not sure. Today Mr. Heuer and his wife appear to still reside in Two Rivers.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:44 AM 0 comments
Monday, April 16, 2007
UPDATE - KEN BARTZ, KEVIN DEHNE, DEAN LICHTERMAN, KEVIN MINKEL, JIM TADYCH, & TONY TRZECIAK
Last week I got an E-mail from Dean's wife. She left a comment in Dean's entry as well. She also told me a little bit about their lives. She then gave me a link to their website. She said I could "steal" any images I wanted. So I grabbed some. You can see several of the photos in Dean's entry. I also included the link.
As for the rest, Kevin Dehne provided me with some photos. You can see them in each of their respective entries. They were all taken sometime in the 1990's.
As for my promised entry on Mr. Heuer... it's still in my head. It is coming!
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 10:46 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
WELCOME - MR. LEINSS' SON
Yes indeed, I've gotten responses from siblings of classmates before. But today I got my first visit from a sibling of one of the teachers. You can see it in Mr. Leinss' entry.
Speaking of siblings, Chris Thee's older brother left a comment in Chris' entry. I think it was sort of a slam at me. But it's hard to tell.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:57 PM 0 comments
Monday, April 02, 2007
NEW BLOG
No, not for me. Meff started yet another blog. It's linked on the right as MEFF #2. Check it out!
Look for Mr. Heuer this week.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:51 AM 0 comments
Sunday, April 29, 2007
MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT
On Sunday, March 25th, I was invited to a surprise 60th birthday party for Tom Grassman's father. Tom played a short set of songs - mostly Buddy Holly stuff, as that is his dad's favorite. I have several clips from that day. Here's one of them.
On Friday, April 13th, my family and I drove all the way up to Depere to see Greg Pagel play at some fancy restaurant where the waiter places the napkin in your lap. I had a really good burger. Anyway, it was sort of dark. And I didn't actually tape more than a 30-second hello from Greg. But, you can see it below.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:25 PM 1 comments
Friday, April 27, 2007
UPDATES
I finally got a new entry. It's Mr. Heuer. You can see it right below this one. I also found a picture of Mrs. Kulas. Lastly, one of Brian Belongia's former coworkers went in and left a comment for him.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:59 AM 0 comments
MR. HEUER
Mr. Heuer (Ric - was that short for Richard?) was a math teacher at Washington High School. I had him during my freshman year for algebra. His room was on the third floor, next to the computer room. He had a beard. He wore a suit most days. But I also seem to recall him wearing flannel shirts on occasion.
Mr. Heuer and I never really got along. I'm not sure why. He just always seemed moody and grumpy to me. There didn't seem to be much of a sense of humor eminating from him.
I don't have a whole lot of stories about him. But I do have a couple of things.
I sat in the second row from the right, the third seat from the front. Stephanie Gardner sat in front of me. The seat in front of her was empty. In front of that seat is where Heuer had a table with his podium on it. Anyway, Jeff Bodwin was on my left, one seat ahead of me. Jeff and I communicated on some level. And Stephanie was friends with Mindy Moore - who sat next to me, right behind Jeff. So Stephanie and I decided that we would ask Heuer if we could switch seats. So we bravely went to his desk in the back corner of the room, explained the situation, and were promptly turned down - for no reason. Nice. To hell with that! The next day, I got into class before Stephanie did. And I sat in her seat instead. When Stephanie came in, she said, "Burt!" But she quietly sat down in my seat as well. When Heuer came to the front of the room to begin his teachings for the day, he gave me an odd look. But he said nothing. I can only imagine that the wheels were turning in his head and that he remembered us asking if we could switch seats with each other. Could he have forgotten that he'd turned down our request?
A day or two later, Lee Jacquart (who was now on my immediate right) made his own seat switch, moving one seat over as well. When Heuer saw this, he kicked the table and screamed, "Lee, get in your own damn seat!" Ever the narc, Lee blurted out, "Well Burt and Stephanie switched." Mr. Heuer then said, "But they asked!"
So apparently Mr. Heuer remembered that we'd asked him for permission. But I guess he forgot the part where he turned us down. Perhaps he assumed there was no way we would defy him like that. So he must have surmised that he'd said it was ok. Wrong!
I recall one day that Randy Ertman fell asleep in class. When word filtered up to Heuer about it, he simply said, "Let him sleep." I think he was a bit annoyed though.
Read my entry on Shawn Rappley to learn how I barely passed the first semester, thanks to getting Shawn to do nearly all of my past-due assignments the night before the final day to turn them in.
There is one major event that happened in Heuer's class. It happened to me. And it's something I've never forgotten. Granted, I remember almost everything anyway. But this one bugs me to this day.
I did not excel in Heuer's class. Thanks to Shawn Rappley's help (cheating) I passed the first semester. Without it, I wouldn't have. By the second semester I was completely lost. It was straight F's across the board for the rest of the year. Anyway, Heuer knew I was lost by this time. It happens. So be it. Then one day he was working out some sort of complicated equation on the board. After he'd gone through several steps, he was near the end. And he said, "Then all you have left to do is add two plus two - which is what - Burt?" Now, keep in mind that those last four words he said very fast, trying to catch me off guard. Heuer assumed that I was not paying any attention to him, and would no doubt answer with, "Huh?" But Heuer be damned! Whether or not I was paying attention to the whole thing is highly debatable. I'm sure I wasn't. But at the very least, I heard him ask the "two plus two" part. So I blurted out "four!" Heuer then looked down on me, clearly frustrated that I came up with the right answer.
Now I ask you, is this proper behavior for a teacher? Here's a guy who purposely set out to embarrass me in front of my fellow classmates. Why? Is it empowering to show up a 14-year-old kid? Would it make him feel good to have everyone laughing at me? Does he enjoy making fools out of his students?
In my opinion, that was a really shitty thing to do - totally unprofessional. Fuck him! And fuck his feeble attempts to mock me. When I answerd "four," which one of us looked foolish then? I can assure you, it wasn't me.
From what I recall, Heuer wasn't the most popular of teachers in the school. He had a bit of a temper. And he could yell and scream at the drop of a hat. Like I said earlier, he didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor. He was basically a no-nonsense kind of guy. I have no memory of seeing him smile.
I never had Heuer again after that year. That worked out fine for me. He was still teaching there when I graduated. But I think he might be retired today. According to a traffic ticket he received a few years ago, he's 57-years-old today. And yes, his first name is in fact Richard.
I saw Mr. Heuer several times while working at the video store. I saw his wife more often though. They were always pleasant enough. If memory serves, they had a daughter - maybe multiple daughters. I'm not sure. Today Mr. Heuer and his wife appear to still reside in Two Rivers.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:44 AM 0 comments
Monday, April 16, 2007
UPDATE - KEN BARTZ, KEVIN DEHNE, DEAN LICHTERMAN, KEVIN MINKEL, JIM TADYCH, & TONY TRZECIAK
Last week I got an E-mail from Dean's wife. She left a comment in Dean's entry as well. She also told me a little bit about their lives. She then gave me a link to their website. She said I could "steal" any images I wanted. So I grabbed some. You can see several of the photos in Dean's entry. I also included the link.
As for the rest, Kevin Dehne provided me with some photos. You can see them in each of their respective entries. They were all taken sometime in the 1990's.
As for my promised entry on Mr. Heuer... it's still in my head. It is coming!
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 10:46 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
WELCOME - MR. LEINSS' SON
Yes indeed, I've gotten responses from siblings of classmates before. But today I got my first visit from a sibling of one of the teachers. You can see it in Mr. Leinss' entry.
Speaking of siblings, Chris Thee's older brother left a comment in Chris' entry. I think it was sort of a slam at me. But it's hard to tell.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:57 PM 0 comments
Monday, April 02, 2007
NEW BLOG
No, not for me. Meff started yet another blog. It's linked on the right as MEFF #2. Check it out!
Look for Mr. Heuer this week.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:51 AM 0 comments
MARCH, 2007
WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Friday, March 30, 2007
MRS. SCHMIDT
I have no idea what Mrs. Schmidt's first name is. What I do know is that I had her in fourth grade at Magee.
I moved to Two Rivers during that school year. Prior to that, I'd lived in Manitowoc. My last day of school in Manitowoc was Friday, November 7, 1980. On Monday morning, November 10th, my Two Rivers scholastic career began.
The week before (I believe on Thursday the 6th) my mom picked me up at school, and brought me to Magee so I could meet my new teacher. It was a very brief meeting, hardly worth the bother. It lasted all of five minutes. My mom told Mrs. Schmidt that I was an excellent reader. So Mrs. Schmidt said she'd put me in the "top" reading group. That's about all I can remember. All I knew was that I was NOT happy about moving.
On Monday, I came into class, and was met with the inevitable stares as "the new kid." I was shy enough as it was. So this experience was horrifying. I sat in an empty desk, either in front of, or in back of Kristine Kahlenberg. The only other person I recall is that Randy Klein was on my immediate right.
Mrs. Schmidt introduced me to the class. Then she walked up and down the aisles, making each student stand up. Then she introduced each student to me - as if I could possibly remember all 30 or so of them. The only thing I recall about that is when she got to Wyatt Wood, she mistakenly called him "Woody." Everyone laughed at that.
About a half hour later, I dropped my pencil on the floor. I reached to grab it. Randy Klein also reached for it. But I got it first. He then looked at me and said, "I steal." What an introduction!
As the days and weeks went on, I settled in well enough. I began to hang around with Chris Lohr (Chris Storlie). Chris wasn't really all that well-liked. Subsequently I wasn't Mr. popular either. Chris and I got along great though. Both of us were troublemakers. It's interesting that my first day of class in Two Rivers happened to be the very first day of the second quarter as well. When I got my report card (something that Manitowoc never had, believe it or not) my conduct grade was a "C." I was always amused by that. In those nine weeks, I was a shy, new student who took a little time to adjust. In spite of it all, I still got a "C." My behavior must have been pretty bad those last couple of weeks.
At Christmas, we picked names. We then had to get a present for whoever we picked. I can't remember who I got. But whatever the case, I never told my parents about it. So on the last day of class before Christmas vacation, when we had our party, Schmidt asked me where my present (the one I was to bring) was. I said, "I don't have one." She then got really mad and said, "Then you don't get one either!" Oh well. I was a little bit jealous of Ross Remiker though. He got a Star Wars figure.
By the time the third quarter rolled around, I had become a full-fledged hellion. Mrs. Schmidt and I argued all the time. Rarely did a day go by where the room didn't echo with "Mr. Wardell" at least once. She always said "dell." Of course I would always correct her to, by saying "It's Wardall." I'm sure that infuriated her. One day, after several months of mispronunciation, she finally got it right, yelling "Mr. Wardall!" I then said to her, in a very calm voice, "It's Wardell." My future friend Tom Grassman (who came into our class for reading) was a witness to that exchange, and reminded me of it for years. Mrs. Schmidt probably learned to despise me at that point.
At some point that year, I got in trouble for disrupting class. She then moved my desk to the back of that room, insisting that I was going to stay there until I learned how to behave. I figured I'd be back there a few days. Instead, she left me there for about two months. Eventually she relented, and put me back in the general population. My behavior didn't improve though.
I recall one time where I slowly colored my desktop with my pencil. Lots of people drew on their desks, or wrote small messages or something. I was hell-bent on covering the entire surface area with graphite. I slowly did it over the course of several days. I was about 80% complete before Mrs. Schmidt discovered my handiwork, and blew a gasket. She screamed at me and said I had to stay in at recess to clean it up. She wouldn't let me wash it off either. She forced me to use an eraser. The problem was, save for the little pink end on my pencil, I didn't have an eraser. Thankfully Pookie Bergeon let me have hers. With a little elbow grease, I managed to finish up before recess was over.
She did let me use water once though, when she had me clean the chalkboards. I had the sponge and some water. But instead of a simple up and down motion, I spelled my name on the board, with the water. The class was amused. Mrs. Schmidt made some sort of sarcastic remark about me being "talented."
When I received my report card for the third quarter, I saw that she had given me a "D" for conduct. Could it get any worse? Yes... yes it can.
In the final quarter, I was an absolute terror. I was a major thorn in Mrs. Schmidt's side. If it's possible for a teacher to hate one of her students, I'm sure I was the example. I would routinely arrive to school late - sometimes after 9:00. Why? Because Doug Wall and I would sit and play Atari at my house. Then we'd run around in the cemetery, causing trouble. I think Mrs. Schmidt had the principal, Mr. Willert, call my parents about it. From that point on, I was more-or-less on time.
One day Mrs. Schmidt was explaining an assignment in our math workbooks. Once she was done, we were to start. Well I looked at the page. And it was very simple math in my opinion. So while she was explaining how to do it, I was busy actually doing it. When she was done, she asked us to start. When we were finished, we were to put our workbooks on the back table. Well, I had finished the assignment before she had finished explaining how to do it. So when everyone else started, I got up and put my workbook on the back table. Then she screamed at me. "Were you doing that while I was talking?" I sheepishly said, "Yes." I don't recall what she said after that. But man, she let me have it. Personally, I didn't think it was a big deal. Apparently she thought otherwise. Incidentally, I knew what I was doing though. My answers were right.
In May of that year, Doug Wall and I decided to skip out of school one day. For whatever stupid reason, we thought it would be funny to call the school, and ask to speak to my classmate, Andy Reinhart. I told the office I was Andy's father. The secretary said, "This isn't Andy's dad." I then hung up. A half hour later, the phone rang. I didn't answer it. The next day in school, I walked into class and thought to myself, "I pulled it off!" But when I sat down in my desk, Mr. Willert appeared at the door. He called me over. With Mrs. Schmidt hovering nearby, he asked where I was yesterday. I said I was sick. He then asked me for a note. I didn't have one. The next thing I knew, my parents were being called. I think I was grounded for awhile. Mrs. Schmidt made me stay an hour after school for seven straight days, to make up for the time I'd missed. Did I do any work during that time though? Nope. She just wanted me to be there - like detention.
Near the end of the year, our class (and the other two fourth grade classes) went up to Green Bay to see the circus. So we all headed down the halls, and were lined up outside of Mr. Spatz' art room - where the bus would come to pick us up. For whatever reason, Randy Klein spit on the floor. Mrs. Hanson (the music teacher) caught him, and told Mrs. Schmidt. Again, I think Schmidt overreacted. She absolutely flew off the handle at Randy. She was beside herself with anger. I thought she was going to suffer a nervous breakdown. Poor Randy (who had retrieved some paper towels from the bathroom to clean up his spit) was red in the face, and looked as if he was going to cry. Schmidt continued her tirade by screaming, "You're the worst student I've ever had!." The class stood in stunned silence. Then I broke the tension by asking, "Even worse than me?" In a slightly calmer, but still very loud voice, Schmidt bellowed, "No Burt, YOU take the cake!"
When I received my fourth quarter report card, I discovered that my contact grade was an "F." Yes indeed, I went from a "C" to a "D" to an "F." I'm sure my parents were proud. It also said I was tardy about 20 times. I had no idea they even kept track of that! On the back of the report card it said, "This student is promoted to 5th grade." When Schmidt handed me my report card, she informed me that I was going to have Miss Krause for my fifth grade teacher. She laughed about it, telling me that Krause had been known to take a whip to her students. I'm sure nothing would have pleased her more.
After I left Magee, I never saw Mrs. Schmidt again. I have no idea where she is today. Does anyone?
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:08 AM 1 comments
WELCOME - CARROLL STURM'S WIFE
Carroll's wife came in and slammed me. Although I'm not exactly sure what I did wrong, other than pointing out a mistaken location. Oh well. You can't make everyone happy. She left two comments in Carroll's entry.
Laurie Pearson stopped by again, and left comments for Tammy Swoboda and Mrs. Hanson. The Mrs. Hanson comment elicited an "Oh my God" response from me.
Look for Mrs. Schmidt before the day is done.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:09 AM 0 comments
Sunday, March 25, 2007
WELCOME... LAURIE PEARSON?
A new person has stopped by and left comments. Her name is "Laurie." And she said she's from the class of 1988. A quick scan of the yearbooks prouced the name of Laurie Pearson. So I'll assume that's her. She's left some pretty interesting comments for Shannon Almand, Theresa Chase, Carrie Havel, Cindy LaFlash, and Wade Wachholz.
Welcome Laurie!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:01 AM 1 comments
Friday, March 23, 2007
WHERE THE HELL HAVE I BEEN?
There's still plenty of teachers to go. I hearby declare that I will have a new one up next week! Do I still have an audience left?
In the interim, I've added a brief update on Jenny Malley.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:48 PM 4 comments
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I'M A SELLOUT
I still have plenty of teachers to do. And I will do them! However, in the next 45-90 days, this blog may have some advertising in some new posts. I might be selling out for a little coin!
After the above-mentioned timeframe has expired, the ads will stop, and will be deleted.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:51 AM 3 comments
Thursday, March 01, 2007
UPDATE - SCOTT LECOQUE & JENNY MALLEY
A new comment has been left for Scott. The commenter is allegedly Scott's little sister. Wow. I suspect, based on the tone of the comment, as well as the proximity to the situation, that this girl is more than likely Scott's stepsister.
As for Jen, there's a brief blurb on her, as yours truly had a lunch date with her.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:16 AM 0 comments
Friday, March 30, 2007
MRS. SCHMIDT
I have no idea what Mrs. Schmidt's first name is. What I do know is that I had her in fourth grade at Magee.
I moved to Two Rivers during that school year. Prior to that, I'd lived in Manitowoc. My last day of school in Manitowoc was Friday, November 7, 1980. On Monday morning, November 10th, my Two Rivers scholastic career began.
The week before (I believe on Thursday the 6th) my mom picked me up at school, and brought me to Magee so I could meet my new teacher. It was a very brief meeting, hardly worth the bother. It lasted all of five minutes. My mom told Mrs. Schmidt that I was an excellent reader. So Mrs. Schmidt said she'd put me in the "top" reading group. That's about all I can remember. All I knew was that I was NOT happy about moving.
On Monday, I came into class, and was met with the inevitable stares as "the new kid." I was shy enough as it was. So this experience was horrifying. I sat in an empty desk, either in front of, or in back of Kristine Kahlenberg. The only other person I recall is that Randy Klein was on my immediate right.
Mrs. Schmidt introduced me to the class. Then she walked up and down the aisles, making each student stand up. Then she introduced each student to me - as if I could possibly remember all 30 or so of them. The only thing I recall about that is when she got to Wyatt Wood, she mistakenly called him "Woody." Everyone laughed at that.
About a half hour later, I dropped my pencil on the floor. I reached to grab it. Randy Klein also reached for it. But I got it first. He then looked at me and said, "I steal." What an introduction!
As the days and weeks went on, I settled in well enough. I began to hang around with Chris Lohr (Chris Storlie). Chris wasn't really all that well-liked. Subsequently I wasn't Mr. popular either. Chris and I got along great though. Both of us were troublemakers. It's interesting that my first day of class in Two Rivers happened to be the very first day of the second quarter as well. When I got my report card (something that Manitowoc never had, believe it or not) my conduct grade was a "C." I was always amused by that. In those nine weeks, I was a shy, new student who took a little time to adjust. In spite of it all, I still got a "C." My behavior must have been pretty bad those last couple of weeks.
At Christmas, we picked names. We then had to get a present for whoever we picked. I can't remember who I got. But whatever the case, I never told my parents about it. So on the last day of class before Christmas vacation, when we had our party, Schmidt asked me where my present (the one I was to bring) was. I said, "I don't have one." She then got really mad and said, "Then you don't get one either!" Oh well. I was a little bit jealous of Ross Remiker though. He got a Star Wars figure.
By the time the third quarter rolled around, I had become a full-fledged hellion. Mrs. Schmidt and I argued all the time. Rarely did a day go by where the room didn't echo with "Mr. Wardell" at least once. She always said "dell." Of course I would always correct her to, by saying "It's Wardall." I'm sure that infuriated her. One day, after several months of mispronunciation, she finally got it right, yelling "Mr. Wardall!" I then said to her, in a very calm voice, "It's Wardell." My future friend Tom Grassman (who came into our class for reading) was a witness to that exchange, and reminded me of it for years. Mrs. Schmidt probably learned to despise me at that point.
At some point that year, I got in trouble for disrupting class. She then moved my desk to the back of that room, insisting that I was going to stay there until I learned how to behave. I figured I'd be back there a few days. Instead, she left me there for about two months. Eventually she relented, and put me back in the general population. My behavior didn't improve though.
I recall one time where I slowly colored my desktop with my pencil. Lots of people drew on their desks, or wrote small messages or something. I was hell-bent on covering the entire surface area with graphite. I slowly did it over the course of several days. I was about 80% complete before Mrs. Schmidt discovered my handiwork, and blew a gasket. She screamed at me and said I had to stay in at recess to clean it up. She wouldn't let me wash it off either. She forced me to use an eraser. The problem was, save for the little pink end on my pencil, I didn't have an eraser. Thankfully Pookie Bergeon let me have hers. With a little elbow grease, I managed to finish up before recess was over.
She did let me use water once though, when she had me clean the chalkboards. I had the sponge and some water. But instead of a simple up and down motion, I spelled my name on the board, with the water. The class was amused. Mrs. Schmidt made some sort of sarcastic remark about me being "talented."
When I received my report card for the third quarter, I saw that she had given me a "D" for conduct. Could it get any worse? Yes... yes it can.
In the final quarter, I was an absolute terror. I was a major thorn in Mrs. Schmidt's side. If it's possible for a teacher to hate one of her students, I'm sure I was the example. I would routinely arrive to school late - sometimes after 9:00. Why? Because Doug Wall and I would sit and play Atari at my house. Then we'd run around in the cemetery, causing trouble. I think Mrs. Schmidt had the principal, Mr. Willert, call my parents about it. From that point on, I was more-or-less on time.
One day Mrs. Schmidt was explaining an assignment in our math workbooks. Once she was done, we were to start. Well I looked at the page. And it was very simple math in my opinion. So while she was explaining how to do it, I was busy actually doing it. When she was done, she asked us to start. When we were finished, we were to put our workbooks on the back table. Well, I had finished the assignment before she had finished explaining how to do it. So when everyone else started, I got up and put my workbook on the back table. Then she screamed at me. "Were you doing that while I was talking?" I sheepishly said, "Yes." I don't recall what she said after that. But man, she let me have it. Personally, I didn't think it was a big deal. Apparently she thought otherwise. Incidentally, I knew what I was doing though. My answers were right.
In May of that year, Doug Wall and I decided to skip out of school one day. For whatever stupid reason, we thought it would be funny to call the school, and ask to speak to my classmate, Andy Reinhart. I told the office I was Andy's father. The secretary said, "This isn't Andy's dad." I then hung up. A half hour later, the phone rang. I didn't answer it. The next day in school, I walked into class and thought to myself, "I pulled it off!" But when I sat down in my desk, Mr. Willert appeared at the door. He called me over. With Mrs. Schmidt hovering nearby, he asked where I was yesterday. I said I was sick. He then asked me for a note. I didn't have one. The next thing I knew, my parents were being called. I think I was grounded for awhile. Mrs. Schmidt made me stay an hour after school for seven straight days, to make up for the time I'd missed. Did I do any work during that time though? Nope. She just wanted me to be there - like detention.
Near the end of the year, our class (and the other two fourth grade classes) went up to Green Bay to see the circus. So we all headed down the halls, and were lined up outside of Mr. Spatz' art room - where the bus would come to pick us up. For whatever reason, Randy Klein spit on the floor. Mrs. Hanson (the music teacher) caught him, and told Mrs. Schmidt. Again, I think Schmidt overreacted. She absolutely flew off the handle at Randy. She was beside herself with anger. I thought she was going to suffer a nervous breakdown. Poor Randy (who had retrieved some paper towels from the bathroom to clean up his spit) was red in the face, and looked as if he was going to cry. Schmidt continued her tirade by screaming, "You're the worst student I've ever had!." The class stood in stunned silence. Then I broke the tension by asking, "Even worse than me?" In a slightly calmer, but still very loud voice, Schmidt bellowed, "No Burt, YOU take the cake!"
When I received my fourth quarter report card, I discovered that my contact grade was an "F." Yes indeed, I went from a "C" to a "D" to an "F." I'm sure my parents were proud. It also said I was tardy about 20 times. I had no idea they even kept track of that! On the back of the report card it said, "This student is promoted to 5th grade." When Schmidt handed me my report card, she informed me that I was going to have Miss Krause for my fifth grade teacher. She laughed about it, telling me that Krause had been known to take a whip to her students. I'm sure nothing would have pleased her more.
After I left Magee, I never saw Mrs. Schmidt again. I have no idea where she is today. Does anyone?
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:08 AM 1 comments
WELCOME - CARROLL STURM'S WIFE
Carroll's wife came in and slammed me. Although I'm not exactly sure what I did wrong, other than pointing out a mistaken location. Oh well. You can't make everyone happy. She left two comments in Carroll's entry.
Laurie Pearson stopped by again, and left comments for Tammy Swoboda and Mrs. Hanson. The Mrs. Hanson comment elicited an "Oh my God" response from me.
Look for Mrs. Schmidt before the day is done.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:09 AM 0 comments
Sunday, March 25, 2007
WELCOME... LAURIE PEARSON?
A new person has stopped by and left comments. Her name is "Laurie." And she said she's from the class of 1988. A quick scan of the yearbooks prouced the name of Laurie Pearson. So I'll assume that's her. She's left some pretty interesting comments for Shannon Almand, Theresa Chase, Carrie Havel, Cindy LaFlash, and Wade Wachholz.
Welcome Laurie!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:01 AM 1 comments
Friday, March 23, 2007
WHERE THE HELL HAVE I BEEN?
There's still plenty of teachers to go. I hearby declare that I will have a new one up next week! Do I still have an audience left?
In the interim, I've added a brief update on Jenny Malley.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:48 PM 4 comments
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I'M A SELLOUT
I still have plenty of teachers to do. And I will do them! However, in the next 45-90 days, this blog may have some advertising in some new posts. I might be selling out for a little coin!
After the above-mentioned timeframe has expired, the ads will stop, and will be deleted.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:51 AM 3 comments
Thursday, March 01, 2007
UPDATE - SCOTT LECOQUE & JENNY MALLEY
A new comment has been left for Scott. The commenter is allegedly Scott's little sister. Wow. I suspect, based on the tone of the comment, as well as the proximity to the situation, that this girl is more than likely Scott's stepsister.
As for Jen, there's a brief blurb on her, as yours truly had a lunch date with her.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:16 AM 0 comments
FEBRUARY, 2007
WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Friday, February 16, 2007
UPDATE - DAVE SVATEK
I had lunch with Dave on Wednesday of this week. I snapped a photo of him before he left. You can see it in his entry.
Enjoy!
P.S. A few posts down from here, is a picture of Mr. Schott. Read Cindy's new comment. It's a good one!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:05 AM 0 comments
Thursday, February 15, 2007
UPDATE - KEVIN DEHNE
I added three new pictures of Kevin. They were taken by himself, as he watched the Steven Avery trial on his computer. You can find them in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:35 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
WELCOME - REBECCA SHEDLOSKY
Becky has signed on and left a comment in her entry. She's using the name "Sprout."
Welcome Becky!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:36 AM 0 comments
Monday, February 12, 2007
IS THIS MR. SCHOTT?
According to the Two Rivers High School's website, it is. It's definitely him. But he looks a little older. Then again, I haven't seen him in close to 18 years.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:16 AM 3 comments
Friday, February 09, 2007
MRS. KULAS
Mrs. Kulas (Peg) was one of two Spanish teachers at Washington High School.
I never had her as a teacher. So I don’t have a whole lot of memories about her. She wore glasses, and kind of looked “motherly” to me. I guess that’s to be expected. She had at least two daughters – both of whom were somewhat close in age to me.
From what I recall about Kulas, I really didn’t care for her. She seemed a little bit snotty to me. But again, not having her as a teacher, I can’t really judge her. My friend Dave had her however. I don’t think he cared for her that much. In fact, during our sophomore year, he told me about a little incident he had with her.
Dave had really sloppy penmanship. It was as messy as messy can be. Apparently Kulas chided him for it. Dave put up the defense that he simply couldn’t help it. That’s just the way he wrote. Kulas snapped back, “That’s bullshit!” To which Dave replied, “It’s not bullshit. It’s serious.” I highly doubt Dave changed his ways.
After high school, I ran into Mrs. Kulas quite a bit. She and her husband would come into T&R Video a lot. They were beyond regular customers. They were always friendly to me. I’m not sure how many kids they had. But they had at least two – class of 1992’s Ellen, and class of 1995’s Gail. Gail came in quite a bit too. I always thought she was cute. I actually had Ellen in a class or two at UW Manitowoc.
Since I left T&R Video, I’ve not seen her since. Today she still lives in Two Rivers. And she also still teaches Spanish at the high school.
UPDATE - 4/27/07 - I found this recent picture of Mrs. Kulas. She looks almost pretty much the same as she did 20 years ago.
UPDATE - 6/5/07 - A member of the class of 1990 (who prefers to remain anonymous) sent me this brief memory on Mrs. Kulas. "During the Spanish class trip to Mexico City, Mrs. Kulas asked me to "stop being a bitch". I was being a bitch, so I guess that was deserved. But looking back I think it is very funny."
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Thursday, February 08, 2007
MRS. SCHWANTES
Mrs. Schwantes (Carol) was a teacher at Washington High School. I had her during my sophomore year. She taught various English courses. I can’t exactly recall which class I actually had her for. I barely passed it though. Perhaps that’s one reason for the faulty memory.
Mrs. Schwantes is the mother of fellow graduate Wyatt Wood. Thus she is the ex-wife of the former vice principal, Mr. Wood. When I was in high school, she was married to fellow teacher Ken Schwantes. See my entry on Mr. Wood for more details surrounding this.
I liked Mrs. Schwantes. She was always friendly to me. She was always smiling too. What more can you ask? For the life of me, I can’t even recall any of my fellow students from that class – with the exception of that one guy from the group home that everyone called “Ski.” See my entry on Mr. Wenner for a story on him. Of course I can’t even remember what Ski’s real name was either. If memory serves, I may have had several freshmen in that class.
Our class was very well behaved. It made for a pretty laid back teaching style. It was a semester course. I think I had her during the second semester.
In the final quarter, most of it was devoted to this giant term paper. The paper was on what we wanted to do as a profession. Schwantes had several thick books which had lengthy bits of information regarding virtually every profession available. I decided I wanted to be an airline pilot – seriously. But my dreams were crushed when I found out that you had to have 20/20 vision, unaided. Oh well. That didn’t stop me from daydreaming though. I grabbed that book everyday. I read it and reread it. It really sounded like something I wanted to do. Schwantes gave us weeks to do this paper. She often gave us the entire period to research and write it. I used that time to simply read that portion of the book, over and over again. So of course when the day came to turn the assignment in, I had nothing. Yes, I had done absolutely nothing in regards to that paper. Yet somehow I managed to squeak by with a D- for the semester. Woohoo! I passed!
That was the one and only time I had her for a teacher. To the best of my knowledge, we never spoke again. Although I do have a vague memory of her coming into the video store a few times. So I guess we did talk a few more times post high school.
At some point in the 1990’s (I think) she and Mr. Schwantes divorced. I believe she is retired today. I think she still lives in Two Rivers. I imagine she’s in her mid-60’s by now. It looks as if she’s into arts and crafts. She’s also heavily involved with her church – a church in which fellow graduates Elmer Mikeal and Jennifer Hansel also belong to.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:57 PM 1 comments
Thursday, February 01, 2007
MS. KRAUSE
Miss Krause (Brenda) was my 5th grade teacher at Magee. Thanks to Cindy Rohrer, we have a couple of pictures from that class. Of course my photo somehow wasn’t included in the class photo. But there are two other pictures you can see me in. In one of them I’m leering at Treesa Carron. I make no apologies for that!
In the class photo, from left to right, starting with the top row, we see Rod Lumaye, Mr. Willert, Miss Krause, Cory Schultz, Becky Koeppel, Dawn Schmidt, Sheila Zach, Troy Rezachek, Pookie Bergeon, Craig Stangel, Jenny Dent, Tricia Wetzel, Shane Peterson, Erin Hynek, Dean Lichterman, Tracy Peterson, Brian Belongia, Treesa Carron, Lisa King, Randy Klein, Trina Taddy, Jay Rozmarynoski, Jason Anderson, Ken Bartz, Jeremy Karman, Lori Wavrunek, Any Reinhart, Cindy Rohrer and Chad Daffner.
In the top photo you see Jason Anderson, Ken Bartz, Andy Reinhart, Jeremy Karman, Cory Schultz, ???, Rod Lumaye. Craig Stangel and Randy Klein. In the bottom photo you see my staring at Treesa Carron, followed by Erin Hynek, Tricia Wetzel, Lisa King, Cindy Rohrer, Jenny Dent, Pookie Bergeon and Lori Wavrunek.
In this collage of photos, Miss Krause's class is in the upper left. I think you can figure out who everyone is. I believe Tracy Peterson is in the upper right. You can only see her arm. Tracy rarely spoke. But she did cling to Lori Wavrunek - who is right next to her. So I assume that's her.
As I finished 4th grade, Mrs. Schmidt told me that she was putting me in Krause’s class for 5th grade. She was very blunt about her reasons why. She said Krause had been known to take a whip to her students when they got out of line. Lovely. I have a hard time believing that’s true. After all, it was the 1980’s, not the 1880’s.
Anyway, there’s no doubt that Krause was a strict disciplinarian. With my cocky attitude and rebellious nature, you’d think that she and I would have constantly clashed. But for whatever reason, we didn’t. In fact, she and I rarely had any problems with each other at all. I got yelled at here and there. But I received the brunt of her wrath no more than the average student. In fact I know that a lot of the students didn’t care for her. But I never had much of a problem with her.
When people did get out of line, she’d banish them to the hall. More than anyone, Cory Schultz took the brunt of her wrath throughout the entire school year. Miss Hynek had Shawn Pickard. Miss Krause had Cory Schultz. Once or twice each week we would inevitably hear Krause scream at the top of her lungs, “Mr. Schultz, in the hall!” Then she’d continue teaching. When she was good and ready, she’d venture into the hallway to chew him out. During the course of that 1981 - 1982 school year, I was sent in the hall only once. And in my case, there was no yelling. She calmly told me to leave. And when she did come out to talk to me, she was calm then too.
Miss Krause had a policy about going to the bathroom. If you went up to ask her whether you could go or not, she would reply, “Is it an emergency?” If it wasn’t, you sat back down. Of course that was sort of a dumb concept if you ask me. 90% of the time, the students would say that it was. I of course bucked the trend once and said, “No.” But about 10 minutes later, I asked her again. At that point, she simply said, “Yes.”
I have an odd memory of a day that I got sick. I didn’t throw up or anything. But I ended up leaving class and going to that one room near the office, where there was a cot for students to lie down on. I think I laid there for about 45 minutes. Then Miss Krause came to check on me. When she walked in, she bypassed me, and went straight into an adjoining bathroom that was there. It was a one-seater which could be used by anyone. And I was sort of embarrassed. Because I could hear every drop of her peeing. Do you know how unsettling it is to hear your teacher pee? Well I do. Trust me, it is. It must have been an emergency.
Krause used what she called a “backboard.” It was a set of cupboards in the back of the room. Whenever someone had neglected to finish their assignment, she would write down the name of the assignment on a piece of paper. Then she’d tape it to the cupboard. Then she’d write down the name of each student who had failed to complete it. The only way to get your name off the board was to actually finish the assignment. Then she’d let you cross your name off. I think at one time or another, nearly every student made at least one appearance on the backboard. As I recall, Jenny Dent appeared on nearly every single paper. At some point in February or March of that year, I went into some sort of funk, and wound up with my name on about 10 different pages. Krause ended up calling my parents about it. Needless to say, my parents made me stay in my room until I got caught up on all of them. Krause was often fond of pointing out that when we got into high school, the teachers wouldn’t let finish uncompleted assignments at a later date.
I do have another peeing story surrounding that class. This one involves me. And I’m not proud of it. But hey, I might as well be honest about everything. I had been out sick one day. We happened to take a test on the day I missed. Well we ended up going over the test in class. Since I had yet to take it, she made me go into the back room. I think I was doing some other school work or something. But then I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. And it was an emergency! The door was closed. But it had a small window. I peered out and saw that class was going on. I thought it would have been really awkward to come out, interrupt the class, and ask to go. For some reason I thought people would laugh. And I didn’t want that embarrassment. So for that reason, I decided to go inside this tall box she had. I really, really had to go. So I did. So be it. That was 25 years ago. I was 10. What’s the big deal now?
If memory serves, Miss Krause had a slight limp in her walk. She may have been slightly hunched over a bit. I could be wrong about that though.
I don’t think Miss Krause was ever married. She lived on the far north side of town, near L.B. Clarke (and Toby Schwartz for that matter). I do recall that she had a dog. I think it was a golden retriever. She even brought it to class one day.
See my entries on Dawn Schmidt, Tracy Peterson, Rod Lumaye, Pookie Bergeon, Jason Anderson, Andy Reinhart, Nikki Baugniet, Cindy Rohrer and Cory Schultz for a few other stories about Miss Krause.
After I left 5th grade (which was my last year at Magee School) I don’t think I ever ran into her again. Today she still lives in the same house. I would imagine she’s retired. She would be in her early-60’s by now. It appears as if she’s a trustee at the Two Rivers Library. What a trustee does in a mystery to me. She also appears to be involved with a local kennel club. I guess her love of dogs continues to this day.
UPDATE - 2/8/07 - A little angel told me that Miss Krause is indeed retired. However, she apparently does work as a substitute teacher from time to time.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:39 PM 7 comments
Friday, February 16, 2007
UPDATE - DAVE SVATEK
I had lunch with Dave on Wednesday of this week. I snapped a photo of him before he left. You can see it in his entry.
Enjoy!
P.S. A few posts down from here, is a picture of Mr. Schott. Read Cindy's new comment. It's a good one!
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Thursday, February 15, 2007
UPDATE - KEVIN DEHNE
I added three new pictures of Kevin. They were taken by himself, as he watched the Steven Avery trial on his computer. You can find them in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:35 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
WELCOME - REBECCA SHEDLOSKY
Becky has signed on and left a comment in her entry. She's using the name "Sprout."
Welcome Becky!
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Monday, February 12, 2007
IS THIS MR. SCHOTT?
According to the Two Rivers High School's website, it is. It's definitely him. But he looks a little older. Then again, I haven't seen him in close to 18 years.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:16 AM 3 comments
Friday, February 09, 2007
MRS. KULAS
Mrs. Kulas (Peg) was one of two Spanish teachers at Washington High School.
I never had her as a teacher. So I don’t have a whole lot of memories about her. She wore glasses, and kind of looked “motherly” to me. I guess that’s to be expected. She had at least two daughters – both of whom were somewhat close in age to me.
From what I recall about Kulas, I really didn’t care for her. She seemed a little bit snotty to me. But again, not having her as a teacher, I can’t really judge her. My friend Dave had her however. I don’t think he cared for her that much. In fact, during our sophomore year, he told me about a little incident he had with her.
Dave had really sloppy penmanship. It was as messy as messy can be. Apparently Kulas chided him for it. Dave put up the defense that he simply couldn’t help it. That’s just the way he wrote. Kulas snapped back, “That’s bullshit!” To which Dave replied, “It’s not bullshit. It’s serious.” I highly doubt Dave changed his ways.
After high school, I ran into Mrs. Kulas quite a bit. She and her husband would come into T&R Video a lot. They were beyond regular customers. They were always friendly to me. I’m not sure how many kids they had. But they had at least two – class of 1992’s Ellen, and class of 1995’s Gail. Gail came in quite a bit too. I always thought she was cute. I actually had Ellen in a class or two at UW Manitowoc.
Since I left T&R Video, I’ve not seen her since. Today she still lives in Two Rivers. And she also still teaches Spanish at the high school.
UPDATE - 4/27/07 - I found this recent picture of Mrs. Kulas. She looks almost pretty much the same as she did 20 years ago.
UPDATE - 6/5/07 - A member of the class of 1990 (who prefers to remain anonymous) sent me this brief memory on Mrs. Kulas. "During the Spanish class trip to Mexico City, Mrs. Kulas asked me to "stop being a bitch". I was being a bitch, so I guess that was deserved. But looking back I think it is very funny."
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:43 PM 0 comments
Thursday, February 08, 2007
MRS. SCHWANTES
Mrs. Schwantes (Carol) was a teacher at Washington High School. I had her during my sophomore year. She taught various English courses. I can’t exactly recall which class I actually had her for. I barely passed it though. Perhaps that’s one reason for the faulty memory.
Mrs. Schwantes is the mother of fellow graduate Wyatt Wood. Thus she is the ex-wife of the former vice principal, Mr. Wood. When I was in high school, she was married to fellow teacher Ken Schwantes. See my entry on Mr. Wood for more details surrounding this.
I liked Mrs. Schwantes. She was always friendly to me. She was always smiling too. What more can you ask? For the life of me, I can’t even recall any of my fellow students from that class – with the exception of that one guy from the group home that everyone called “Ski.” See my entry on Mr. Wenner for a story on him. Of course I can’t even remember what Ski’s real name was either. If memory serves, I may have had several freshmen in that class.
Our class was very well behaved. It made for a pretty laid back teaching style. It was a semester course. I think I had her during the second semester.
In the final quarter, most of it was devoted to this giant term paper. The paper was on what we wanted to do as a profession. Schwantes had several thick books which had lengthy bits of information regarding virtually every profession available. I decided I wanted to be an airline pilot – seriously. But my dreams were crushed when I found out that you had to have 20/20 vision, unaided. Oh well. That didn’t stop me from daydreaming though. I grabbed that book everyday. I read it and reread it. It really sounded like something I wanted to do. Schwantes gave us weeks to do this paper. She often gave us the entire period to research and write it. I used that time to simply read that portion of the book, over and over again. So of course when the day came to turn the assignment in, I had nothing. Yes, I had done absolutely nothing in regards to that paper. Yet somehow I managed to squeak by with a D- for the semester. Woohoo! I passed!
That was the one and only time I had her for a teacher. To the best of my knowledge, we never spoke again. Although I do have a vague memory of her coming into the video store a few times. So I guess we did talk a few more times post high school.
At some point in the 1990’s (I think) she and Mr. Schwantes divorced. I believe she is retired today. I think she still lives in Two Rivers. I imagine she’s in her mid-60’s by now. It looks as if she’s into arts and crafts. She’s also heavily involved with her church – a church in which fellow graduates Elmer Mikeal and Jennifer Hansel also belong to.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:57 PM 1 comments
Thursday, February 01, 2007
MS. KRAUSE
Miss Krause (Brenda) was my 5th grade teacher at Magee. Thanks to Cindy Rohrer, we have a couple of pictures from that class. Of course my photo somehow wasn’t included in the class photo. But there are two other pictures you can see me in. In one of them I’m leering at Treesa Carron. I make no apologies for that!
In the class photo, from left to right, starting with the top row, we see Rod Lumaye, Mr. Willert, Miss Krause, Cory Schultz, Becky Koeppel, Dawn Schmidt, Sheila Zach, Troy Rezachek, Pookie Bergeon, Craig Stangel, Jenny Dent, Tricia Wetzel, Shane Peterson, Erin Hynek, Dean Lichterman, Tracy Peterson, Brian Belongia, Treesa Carron, Lisa King, Randy Klein, Trina Taddy, Jay Rozmarynoski, Jason Anderson, Ken Bartz, Jeremy Karman, Lori Wavrunek, Any Reinhart, Cindy Rohrer and Chad Daffner.
In the top photo you see Jason Anderson, Ken Bartz, Andy Reinhart, Jeremy Karman, Cory Schultz, ???, Rod Lumaye. Craig Stangel and Randy Klein. In the bottom photo you see my staring at Treesa Carron, followed by Erin Hynek, Tricia Wetzel, Lisa King, Cindy Rohrer, Jenny Dent, Pookie Bergeon and Lori Wavrunek.
In this collage of photos, Miss Krause's class is in the upper left. I think you can figure out who everyone is. I believe Tracy Peterson is in the upper right. You can only see her arm. Tracy rarely spoke. But she did cling to Lori Wavrunek - who is right next to her. So I assume that's her.
As I finished 4th grade, Mrs. Schmidt told me that she was putting me in Krause’s class for 5th grade. She was very blunt about her reasons why. She said Krause had been known to take a whip to her students when they got out of line. Lovely. I have a hard time believing that’s true. After all, it was the 1980’s, not the 1880’s.
Anyway, there’s no doubt that Krause was a strict disciplinarian. With my cocky attitude and rebellious nature, you’d think that she and I would have constantly clashed. But for whatever reason, we didn’t. In fact, she and I rarely had any problems with each other at all. I got yelled at here and there. But I received the brunt of her wrath no more than the average student. In fact I know that a lot of the students didn’t care for her. But I never had much of a problem with her.
When people did get out of line, she’d banish them to the hall. More than anyone, Cory Schultz took the brunt of her wrath throughout the entire school year. Miss Hynek had Shawn Pickard. Miss Krause had Cory Schultz. Once or twice each week we would inevitably hear Krause scream at the top of her lungs, “Mr. Schultz, in the hall!” Then she’d continue teaching. When she was good and ready, she’d venture into the hallway to chew him out. During the course of that 1981 - 1982 school year, I was sent in the hall only once. And in my case, there was no yelling. She calmly told me to leave. And when she did come out to talk to me, she was calm then too.
Miss Krause had a policy about going to the bathroom. If you went up to ask her whether you could go or not, she would reply, “Is it an emergency?” If it wasn’t, you sat back down. Of course that was sort of a dumb concept if you ask me. 90% of the time, the students would say that it was. I of course bucked the trend once and said, “No.” But about 10 minutes later, I asked her again. At that point, she simply said, “Yes.”
I have an odd memory of a day that I got sick. I didn’t throw up or anything. But I ended up leaving class and going to that one room near the office, where there was a cot for students to lie down on. I think I laid there for about 45 minutes. Then Miss Krause came to check on me. When she walked in, she bypassed me, and went straight into an adjoining bathroom that was there. It was a one-seater which could be used by anyone. And I was sort of embarrassed. Because I could hear every drop of her peeing. Do you know how unsettling it is to hear your teacher pee? Well I do. Trust me, it is. It must have been an emergency.
Krause used what she called a “backboard.” It was a set of cupboards in the back of the room. Whenever someone had neglected to finish their assignment, she would write down the name of the assignment on a piece of paper. Then she’d tape it to the cupboard. Then she’d write down the name of each student who had failed to complete it. The only way to get your name off the board was to actually finish the assignment. Then she’d let you cross your name off. I think at one time or another, nearly every student made at least one appearance on the backboard. As I recall, Jenny Dent appeared on nearly every single paper. At some point in February or March of that year, I went into some sort of funk, and wound up with my name on about 10 different pages. Krause ended up calling my parents about it. Needless to say, my parents made me stay in my room until I got caught up on all of them. Krause was often fond of pointing out that when we got into high school, the teachers wouldn’t let finish uncompleted assignments at a later date.
I do have another peeing story surrounding that class. This one involves me. And I’m not proud of it. But hey, I might as well be honest about everything. I had been out sick one day. We happened to take a test on the day I missed. Well we ended up going over the test in class. Since I had yet to take it, she made me go into the back room. I think I was doing some other school work or something. But then I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. And it was an emergency! The door was closed. But it had a small window. I peered out and saw that class was going on. I thought it would have been really awkward to come out, interrupt the class, and ask to go. For some reason I thought people would laugh. And I didn’t want that embarrassment. So for that reason, I decided to go inside this tall box she had. I really, really had to go. So I did. So be it. That was 25 years ago. I was 10. What’s the big deal now?
If memory serves, Miss Krause had a slight limp in her walk. She may have been slightly hunched over a bit. I could be wrong about that though.
I don’t think Miss Krause was ever married. She lived on the far north side of town, near L.B. Clarke (and Toby Schwartz for that matter). I do recall that she had a dog. I think it was a golden retriever. She even brought it to class one day.
See my entries on Dawn Schmidt, Tracy Peterson, Rod Lumaye, Pookie Bergeon, Jason Anderson, Andy Reinhart, Nikki Baugniet, Cindy Rohrer and Cory Schultz for a few other stories about Miss Krause.
After I left 5th grade (which was my last year at Magee School) I don’t think I ever ran into her again. Today she still lives in the same house. I would imagine she’s retired. She would be in her early-60’s by now. It appears as if she’s a trustee at the Two Rivers Library. What a trustee does in a mystery to me. She also appears to be involved with a local kennel club. I guess her love of dogs continues to this day.
UPDATE - 2/8/07 - A little angel told me that Miss Krause is indeed retired. However, she apparently does work as a substitute teacher from time to time.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 2:39 PM 7 comments
JANUARY, 2007
WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Monday, January 29, 2007
UPDATE - JEFF BODWIN & STEPHANIE GARDNER
I couldn't find a picture. But I did find an update on Jeff, as to where he lives and works. You can find the information in his entry. There's also a very small update on Stephanie Gardner, in her entry.
As for Greg, there's a brief blurb about him in his entry. And lastly, in regards to Sarah, I found a recent picture of her. You can see it in her entry.
ENJOY!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:23 AM 0 comments
Friday, January 26, 2007
UPDATE - DEAN LICHTERMAN & JEFF BODWIN
I uploaded Dean's clip from the senior video. I was also able to locate a recent photo of him. It's all in his entry.
And for those of you who may have forgotten what Jeff Bodwin looked and sounded like 18 years ago, you can see his senior video clip in his entry as well.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 5:17 PM 0 comments
MRS. LEWANDOWSKI
Mrs. Lewandowski (Frances) was a teacher at L.B. Clarke School. She taught 7th and 8th grade students. She was in the northeast “wing” of the school, next to Mr. Monka, and on the other side of the curtain to Ms. Meehan.
Lewandowski was a rather large woman with a round face and curly hair. Of all the teachers in that wing, she is the only one I never had. I think all she taught was reading courses. But I might be mistaken about that. I think I only entered her room a couple of times during my years at Clarke. And that was only in 7th grade, when Mr. Fencl (my reading teacher) brought our class into her room so that all the reading classes that hour could watch a film strip or something from time to time.
Speaking of that, I do recall being in her class for one of those movies. We ended up watching some classic story – “Gift Of The Magi” or something. Anyway, it was introduced and narrated by Fred Gwynne (from “The Munsters.”) When Fencl gave us a quiz on the film, one of the questions was, “Who is telling the story?” I answered, “Herman Munster.” He didn’t appreciate that.
Anyway, because I never had her, I had very little dealings with her. However, she did yell at me (sort of) once. It was in 7th grade. It was right after lunch. I had gone to my locker to drop off my stuff, and was hustling down the hall to get into Mrs. Westberg’s class before the bell rang. Either Kevin Dehne or Ron (Cuyler) Gretz was with me. We whipped around the corner and almost slammed into her as we scooted down the hall. She told us to slow down. We both said, “Ok.” But neither one of us did. As we were approaching the office area, she yelled out, “You guys just got a detention.” We then both responded by saying something about having to get to class so we don’t get another one. We ended up making it. And as it turned out, Lewandowski never followed through with her threat.
Although I never had her, I think most kids liked her for the most part. She seemed friendly enough.
After I left Clarke, I never saw her again. Today it looks like she lives in Green Bay. I believe she’s married. I also believe she has retired from teaching. She’d probably be in her mid-to-late 60’s by now.
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Monday, January 22, 2007
WELCOME - ANDREA BURNS
Class of 1990's Andrea Burns has just logged in. Thus far she has left comments for Becky Koeppel, and her own father, Mr. Burns. Her user name is Burnsy1990.
Welcome Andrea!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 10:48 AM 0 comments
Friday, January 19, 2007
MS. MEEHAN
Ms. Meehan (Gwen) was a reading teacher at L.B. Clarke. She dealt with 7th and 8th graders. She was in the same wing with Ms. Lewandowski, Mr. Monka, Mr. Kern, Mr. Fencl and Mr. Trembley.
I was thrown into her class during the third quarter of 8th grade. I was not happy about it. Prior to then, I’d been in Fencl’s class. I believe Lewandowski had the “smart” students, Meehan had the “dumb” students and Fencl had everyone in between. Granted the smart and dumb labels are a little crude, and not entirely accurate. But I think most people will know what I’m talking about. Anyway, although I didn’t really “act up” in Fencl’s class, he and I simply didn’t get along. I was rude and obnoxious to him most of the time. I think he just tired of dealing with me, and had me shipped off to Meehan’s class.
Meehan’s class was somewhat of a culture shock to me. It was filled with all the derelicts from the future class of 1990 – most of whom never graduated. Bob Antonie was one of them. Although Bob wasn’t dumb. He probably didn’t belong in there either. I think the only fellow eighth grader in there was Scott “Gokey” Gauthier. See my entry on him for a story of how I stole his reading book – several times.
Anyway, I was sort of a mute in there at first. Mrs. Meehan was very nice though. And eventually I warmed up to my surroundings. I also thrived in there. Since the lesson plan was sort of “dumbed down” to accommodate the students, I ended up breezing through with A’s. I didn’t really pal around in there with anyone. But I got along with all the guys. We sat in one area of the room. I remember talking with Bob and Chad Lichterman a lot. No one talked to Gokey. The 7th graders despised him as much as us 8th graders did.
Not a whole hell of a lot happened in that class. And surprisingly, despite the students in there, the class was really well-behaved. I do have a couple of memories though.
Our library had “Choose Your Own Adventure” and “Which Way” books. They were the books that would give you options as you read them. It was stuff like, “If you want to take the left road, turn to page 62. If you want to take the right road, turn to page 85.” A lot of the books were paperbacks. And I had a habit of folding the entire book, so it could fit in my pocket. Of course by doing so, it pretty much destroyed the cover and warped the pages. But I did it anyway. Well one day all the guys saw me pull one of the books from my pocket and start to read it. They thought that was hilarious.
One day they opened up the curtain between Meehan and Lewandowski’s rooms. Then Mr. Fencl’s class came in. And we all sat and watched a filmstrip. My old friend Mark Schreiber came from Fencl’s class. So we sat by each other and talked the whole time. And for whatever reason, I had this small piece of wood in my trapper keeper. And I decided to tap it on the desktop, rather loudly. Why? Who knows. But I wanted to see how long I could go before people started looking at me. I think I did it about 20 times before I got a lot of people to turn around in their seats to see what the commotion was. I guess that was entertainment for us.
I did have one negative event take place in her class. On some assignment of mine, I had drawn a small picture of a guy sticking up his middle finger. It wasn’t directed at Meehan. It was just a random drawing. Well, Meehan found it to be inappropriate. So she folded up the paper, stuffed it in an envelope, and addressed it “To the parents of.” It arrived at my house the next day.
Now, over the years, my house received dozens of letters addressed that way. For the most part, my parents didn’t get home until after 5:00 or so. So I always got the mail. And I don’t think my parents ever saw one envelope that came addressed “To the parents of.” They certainly weren’t going to get this one either. She’d sent a pretty brief letter saying something to the effect of how it was inappropriate, and how she feels that they (my parents) could handle this situation better than she could. Well, they never got the opportunity. On a related note, I do remember once being accused by Mr. Vogt and Mr. Slattery of “playing mailman.” How right they were!
After 8th grade, I don’t believe I ever laid eyes on Meehan again. At the time, I think she lived in Manitowoc. In fact, I think she lived by the YMCA, down by the lake. Because I think her house had a deck in the backyard that began to slide down the great big hill, when the ground collapsed a bit.
It looks like Meehan got married (or remarried?) and is now known as Gwen Meehan Braun. She’d be about 80-years-old today, and still lives in the area. Based on some stuff I found on the internet, it appears as if she enjoys playing in bridge tournaments.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:13 PM 2 comments
Monday, January 15, 2007
ANOTHER BLOG
I decided to create another blog. I've linked it on the side of this page, under the title "ME." It's going to be my personal blog for non-classmate related matters. I've been wanting to do it for quite awhile. I finally got around to it now.
In other blog-related news, it looks like when Jason Anderson came by last week to address all the recent drama, he deleted his own blog. It's gone! Speaking of Jason, at his place of employment, he has a new employee today. It's none other than fellow classmate Jeff "Meff" Messerman. Small world, huh?
Carrie Franz also left a new comment for Ellen Dawidowich.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:54 AM 1 comments
Friday, January 12, 2007
MR. MONKA
Mr. Monka (Ron) was the 8th grade social studies teacher at L.B. Clarke. For the most part, he was a pretty nice guy. He was probably around 50 years old, and wore glasses. He was also quite proud of his Polish heritage.
I had Monka for 4th hour. I sat on the right side of the room, right next to the curtain. Tom Grassman sat behind me. I think the seat in front of me was empty. Jenny Malley sat to my left. And I believe Mark Schreiber sat in back of her. I liked all three of them. So it was a good place to be. Come to think of it, I think the reason why the seat in front of me was empty was because Kevin Dehne had been there for a short time. But if memory serves, Monka separated us. So Kevin got moved to the absolute front of the class.
Other people in that class were Becky Koeppel, Teresa Vohwinkel, Keith Welnicke, Ron Gretz and Brian Belongia. Obviously there were a lot more than that. But I’m drawing a blank right now. Oh wait, maybe Robin Richmond and Chris Staudinger were there too.
Monka had a couple of habits. For one, if he caught you talking during class, he had a tendency to throw an eraser at you. Of course some of us (well, Kevin and I really) would purposely try to get beaned with one. I can remember turning around in my chair talking to Tom, and saying, “Is he looking? Is he grabbing the eraser?” The next thing you know, boom, you were in a cloud of chalk dust. Of course one time he actually nailed Ron Gretz in the eye. Ron yelped, then whipped the eraser back at him. Monka scolded him. But gee, can you blame Ron?
Monka also had a thing about the baskets under our desks. They were designed for putting our books in. Of course they were also perfect as a foot rest – using the desk in front of you. But Monka wouldn’t allow anyone to do that. If he caught you, he’d make you sit on the floor, squatting in the catcher’s position. See my entry on Teresa Vohwinkel to read a clever attempt on her part to get out of doing the squat.
I don’t know what I did. But one day Monka got mad at me and sent me into the hall – desk and all. He had me positioned basically in the middle of the six-roomed wing, but where he could teach and still keep an eye on me. I thought I’d have some fun with him. So I turned my head to the right, and looked in Mrs. Meehan’s room. Then I started to move my lips, as if I was talking to somebody. Of course I wasn’t. In fact, they were watching a filmstrip in there. Everyone’s back was turned anyway. I did this for 10 or 15 minutes. And Monka never noticed. I was getting frustrated. So I decided to get a little animated – gesturing with my hands and arms. Still, it took about 10 minutes before Monka finally noticed. I knew instantly, as his voice suddenly stopped, and the room got quiet. Then I looked in Monka’s room and saw that he was straining his neck trying to get a better look at me. Everyone else in class also turned to look. Then Monka came out and said, “Who are you talking to?” For once, I was honest with him. I said, “No one.” He looked into Meehan’s room himself. And from my vantage point, all you could see was darkness. He was baffled. He turned around, said nothing, then went back to his room. I got a kick out of it. Yes, it was very juvenile. I know.
At some point during the year, my mom ended up going to school for some parent/teacher conferences. I think she met with a couple of my teachers at once. I believe she met Monka, Mr. Kern and Mr. Fencl in that meeting. My mom stressed to them that I was supposed to be wearing my glasses. Truth be told, I’d had glasses since I was in first grade. When I lived in Manitowoc, I actually wore them. But for whatever reason, once I moved to Two Rivers, I refused to wear them. I guess I was just self conscious about them. After all, they were some hideous-looking things. Of course back then, all glasses were big and hideous. Anyway, the three of them assured my mom that they would make me wear my glasses. Kern never bothered to try. He didn’t care. Fencl asked me once. But Monka asked me every single day. I think he was trying to embarrass me into wearing them. Of course I would have been more embarrassed had I actually put them on. So everyday at the start of class, he would ask me in front of everyone, “Burt, did you bring your glasses?” Of course my standard answer was, “Nope!” After maybe six weeks of this, he finally let up. Needless to say, no one ever saw me wear them. Today I’ve had Lasik surgery done. And I’m much happier for it.
See my entry on Randy Ertman for an action story about Monka involving punches and squirt guns.
See my entry on B.J. Lutterman for a story about Monka and Polish jokes.
Sometime after my days at Clarke, my dad used to go to the YMCA and run in the winter time. Sometimes I’d tag along. I didn’t run myself. I just explored the building and would wander around into places I shouldn’t. But anyway, quite often Monka would be there. He’d run too. He remembered me and was always nice.
I’m not sure of the date. But I think it may have been in the early 1990’s, I recall seeing a newspaper article about an incident that happened at Clarke. Apparently one of the teachers got in trouble for being a little rough with one of the students. I believe the incident happened at night, as the teacher was chaperoning a dance or something. Someone once told me Monka was involved. In fact, just recently, someone else told me that Monka had gotten fired for hitting a student. Did it happen? I don’t know. Is it the same incident? Again, I don’t know.
Today I believe Monka is in fact retired. He appears to live in Two Rivers to this day. I couldn’t find anything else about him, other than the fact that he may have gone on an Alaskan sea cruise at some point.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:01 AM 2 comments
Monday, January 08, 2007
DRAMA!
I think I had a similarly titled post several months ago. Well drama has reared its ugly head once again. In this case, the person involved is Jason Anderson. Yes, some anonymous blogger came in and ripped him. Word eventually filtered back to Jason, who responded in kind. Yesterday, just prior to his response, I sent him a personal E-mail. Even though I take a hard stance in removing anything that's been written here, I felt that the particular comments that were left for him were a little harsh and one-sided. And mostly, they just didn't belong here. So I intended to ask Jason if he'd like me to remove them.
Anyway, before the day was over, I had received E-mails from not only Jason, but his wife as well. Incidentally, his wife confirmed that neither she nor anyone she knows was responsible for the nasty comments. Both of them know exactly who's to blame. Per a request from Jason, I have removed the nasty comments. He kept a record of them. I too have an E-mail confirmation of them. But they don't need to be seen.
I hate being involved in this drama. No one was mad at me. But still...
Anyway, back to the real purpose of this blog. I still have plenty of teachers to profile. I promise to get at least one done this week.
In the interim, Tammy Franzen has come back. She's left new comments for herself, as well as Nick Novachek, Ellen Dawidowich and Tim Petri.
Also, the mysterious "TIN" has returned and has left new comments for Jason Anderson and Mr. Heidner.
Who is "TIN?" I still have no idea. There was some thought that it may have been Tina Kust. However, if memory serves, Mr. Heidner only taught at Washington for my freshman year. And if "TIN" had Mr. Heidner, then he/she was either a potential member of the class of 1989, or someone older.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:37 AM 2 comments
Sunday, January 07, 2007
TOM GRASSMAN - YOUTUBE
Tommy G. sent me a video montage of some of he recent performances. So I put it on Youtube. You can see it below.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 3:52 PM 0 comments
Friday, January 05, 2007
WELCOME - ?????
Someone named "TIN" has signed in and left comments in the entries for Drew Konop and Greg Flemal. Who is this mystery person? I have no idea.
Anyone?
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:35 AM 0 comments
Thursday, January 04, 2007
UPDATE - JASON ANDERSON
Well, about a month ago, one of my readers alerted me to a newspaper article which featured Jason. There was even a picture - which I now have. Based on the information in the article, it was clear that Jason was involved in a divorce. I chose not to mention it. Stuff like that happens.
However, today someone else chose to bring the topic up. In fact, this person chose to leave an absolutely brutal comment in Jason's entry. A few people have already asked me who left it. I don't have an answer to that. But it's obviously someone who has intimate knowledge about Jason, intimate knowledge about his workplace, and also had prior knowledge to this blog of mine. So it seems clear to me that the person who left the comment is somebody associated with Jason's wife. I don't buy the "I'm almost positive you are" part of the comment. This anonymous person knows exactly who Jason is, and knew exactly where to go to leave a nasty comment about him.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 4:20 PM 2 comments
UPDATE - REBECCA SHEDLOSKY
I did a little digging today, and found some recent pictures of Becky online. I put them in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 4:02 PM 0 comments
BIRTHDAY CARD
Cindy Rohrer sent me a birthday card which she still have. It dates back to L.B. Clarke. She's not sure what year it's from. But I'm guessing it's from 7th grade. There's some interesting names here.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:05 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
UPDATE - TAMMY FRANZEN
Tammy sent me six photos. They feature her, Cindy Rohrer and Carrie Collard - as well as their families. I put them in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 10:40 AM 1 comments
Monday, January 29, 2007
UPDATE - JEFF BODWIN & STEPHANIE GARDNER
I couldn't find a picture. But I did find an update on Jeff, as to where he lives and works. You can find the information in his entry. There's also a very small update on Stephanie Gardner, in her entry.
As for Greg, there's a brief blurb about him in his entry. And lastly, in regards to Sarah, I found a recent picture of her. You can see it in her entry.
ENJOY!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:23 AM 0 comments
Friday, January 26, 2007
UPDATE - DEAN LICHTERMAN & JEFF BODWIN
I uploaded Dean's clip from the senior video. I was also able to locate a recent photo of him. It's all in his entry.
And for those of you who may have forgotten what Jeff Bodwin looked and sounded like 18 years ago, you can see his senior video clip in his entry as well.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 5:17 PM 0 comments
MRS. LEWANDOWSKI
Mrs. Lewandowski (Frances) was a teacher at L.B. Clarke School. She taught 7th and 8th grade students. She was in the northeast “wing” of the school, next to Mr. Monka, and on the other side of the curtain to Ms. Meehan.
Lewandowski was a rather large woman with a round face and curly hair. Of all the teachers in that wing, she is the only one I never had. I think all she taught was reading courses. But I might be mistaken about that. I think I only entered her room a couple of times during my years at Clarke. And that was only in 7th grade, when Mr. Fencl (my reading teacher) brought our class into her room so that all the reading classes that hour could watch a film strip or something from time to time.
Speaking of that, I do recall being in her class for one of those movies. We ended up watching some classic story – “Gift Of The Magi” or something. Anyway, it was introduced and narrated by Fred Gwynne (from “The Munsters.”) When Fencl gave us a quiz on the film, one of the questions was, “Who is telling the story?” I answered, “Herman Munster.” He didn’t appreciate that.
Anyway, because I never had her, I had very little dealings with her. However, she did yell at me (sort of) once. It was in 7th grade. It was right after lunch. I had gone to my locker to drop off my stuff, and was hustling down the hall to get into Mrs. Westberg’s class before the bell rang. Either Kevin Dehne or Ron (Cuyler) Gretz was with me. We whipped around the corner and almost slammed into her as we scooted down the hall. She told us to slow down. We both said, “Ok.” But neither one of us did. As we were approaching the office area, she yelled out, “You guys just got a detention.” We then both responded by saying something about having to get to class so we don’t get another one. We ended up making it. And as it turned out, Lewandowski never followed through with her threat.
Although I never had her, I think most kids liked her for the most part. She seemed friendly enough.
After I left Clarke, I never saw her again. Today it looks like she lives in Green Bay. I believe she’s married. I also believe she has retired from teaching. She’d probably be in her mid-to-late 60’s by now.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:51 AM 0 comments
Monday, January 22, 2007
WELCOME - ANDREA BURNS
Class of 1990's Andrea Burns has just logged in. Thus far she has left comments for Becky Koeppel, and her own father, Mr. Burns. Her user name is Burnsy1990.
Welcome Andrea!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 10:48 AM 0 comments
Friday, January 19, 2007
MS. MEEHAN
Ms. Meehan (Gwen) was a reading teacher at L.B. Clarke. She dealt with 7th and 8th graders. She was in the same wing with Ms. Lewandowski, Mr. Monka, Mr. Kern, Mr. Fencl and Mr. Trembley.
I was thrown into her class during the third quarter of 8th grade. I was not happy about it. Prior to then, I’d been in Fencl’s class. I believe Lewandowski had the “smart” students, Meehan had the “dumb” students and Fencl had everyone in between. Granted the smart and dumb labels are a little crude, and not entirely accurate. But I think most people will know what I’m talking about. Anyway, although I didn’t really “act up” in Fencl’s class, he and I simply didn’t get along. I was rude and obnoxious to him most of the time. I think he just tired of dealing with me, and had me shipped off to Meehan’s class.
Meehan’s class was somewhat of a culture shock to me. It was filled with all the derelicts from the future class of 1990 – most of whom never graduated. Bob Antonie was one of them. Although Bob wasn’t dumb. He probably didn’t belong in there either. I think the only fellow eighth grader in there was Scott “Gokey” Gauthier. See my entry on him for a story of how I stole his reading book – several times.
Anyway, I was sort of a mute in there at first. Mrs. Meehan was very nice though. And eventually I warmed up to my surroundings. I also thrived in there. Since the lesson plan was sort of “dumbed down” to accommodate the students, I ended up breezing through with A’s. I didn’t really pal around in there with anyone. But I got along with all the guys. We sat in one area of the room. I remember talking with Bob and Chad Lichterman a lot. No one talked to Gokey. The 7th graders despised him as much as us 8th graders did.
Not a whole hell of a lot happened in that class. And surprisingly, despite the students in there, the class was really well-behaved. I do have a couple of memories though.
Our library had “Choose Your Own Adventure” and “Which Way” books. They were the books that would give you options as you read them. It was stuff like, “If you want to take the left road, turn to page 62. If you want to take the right road, turn to page 85.” A lot of the books were paperbacks. And I had a habit of folding the entire book, so it could fit in my pocket. Of course by doing so, it pretty much destroyed the cover and warped the pages. But I did it anyway. Well one day all the guys saw me pull one of the books from my pocket and start to read it. They thought that was hilarious.
One day they opened up the curtain between Meehan and Lewandowski’s rooms. Then Mr. Fencl’s class came in. And we all sat and watched a filmstrip. My old friend Mark Schreiber came from Fencl’s class. So we sat by each other and talked the whole time. And for whatever reason, I had this small piece of wood in my trapper keeper. And I decided to tap it on the desktop, rather loudly. Why? Who knows. But I wanted to see how long I could go before people started looking at me. I think I did it about 20 times before I got a lot of people to turn around in their seats to see what the commotion was. I guess that was entertainment for us.
I did have one negative event take place in her class. On some assignment of mine, I had drawn a small picture of a guy sticking up his middle finger. It wasn’t directed at Meehan. It was just a random drawing. Well, Meehan found it to be inappropriate. So she folded up the paper, stuffed it in an envelope, and addressed it “To the parents of.” It arrived at my house the next day.
Now, over the years, my house received dozens of letters addressed that way. For the most part, my parents didn’t get home until after 5:00 or so. So I always got the mail. And I don’t think my parents ever saw one envelope that came addressed “To the parents of.” They certainly weren’t going to get this one either. She’d sent a pretty brief letter saying something to the effect of how it was inappropriate, and how she feels that they (my parents) could handle this situation better than she could. Well, they never got the opportunity. On a related note, I do remember once being accused by Mr. Vogt and Mr. Slattery of “playing mailman.” How right they were!
After 8th grade, I don’t believe I ever laid eyes on Meehan again. At the time, I think she lived in Manitowoc. In fact, I think she lived by the YMCA, down by the lake. Because I think her house had a deck in the backyard that began to slide down the great big hill, when the ground collapsed a bit.
It looks like Meehan got married (or remarried?) and is now known as Gwen Meehan Braun. She’d be about 80-years-old today, and still lives in the area. Based on some stuff I found on the internet, it appears as if she enjoys playing in bridge tournaments.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:13 PM 2 comments
Monday, January 15, 2007
ANOTHER BLOG
I decided to create another blog. I've linked it on the side of this page, under the title "ME." It's going to be my personal blog for non-classmate related matters. I've been wanting to do it for quite awhile. I finally got around to it now.
In other blog-related news, it looks like when Jason Anderson came by last week to address all the recent drama, he deleted his own blog. It's gone! Speaking of Jason, at his place of employment, he has a new employee today. It's none other than fellow classmate Jeff "Meff" Messerman. Small world, huh?
Carrie Franz also left a new comment for Ellen Dawidowich.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:54 AM 1 comments
Friday, January 12, 2007
MR. MONKA
Mr. Monka (Ron) was the 8th grade social studies teacher at L.B. Clarke. For the most part, he was a pretty nice guy. He was probably around 50 years old, and wore glasses. He was also quite proud of his Polish heritage.
I had Monka for 4th hour. I sat on the right side of the room, right next to the curtain. Tom Grassman sat behind me. I think the seat in front of me was empty. Jenny Malley sat to my left. And I believe Mark Schreiber sat in back of her. I liked all three of them. So it was a good place to be. Come to think of it, I think the reason why the seat in front of me was empty was because Kevin Dehne had been there for a short time. But if memory serves, Monka separated us. So Kevin got moved to the absolute front of the class.
Other people in that class were Becky Koeppel, Teresa Vohwinkel, Keith Welnicke, Ron Gretz and Brian Belongia. Obviously there were a lot more than that. But I’m drawing a blank right now. Oh wait, maybe Robin Richmond and Chris Staudinger were there too.
Monka had a couple of habits. For one, if he caught you talking during class, he had a tendency to throw an eraser at you. Of course some of us (well, Kevin and I really) would purposely try to get beaned with one. I can remember turning around in my chair talking to Tom, and saying, “Is he looking? Is he grabbing the eraser?” The next thing you know, boom, you were in a cloud of chalk dust. Of course one time he actually nailed Ron Gretz in the eye. Ron yelped, then whipped the eraser back at him. Monka scolded him. But gee, can you blame Ron?
Monka also had a thing about the baskets under our desks. They were designed for putting our books in. Of course they were also perfect as a foot rest – using the desk in front of you. But Monka wouldn’t allow anyone to do that. If he caught you, he’d make you sit on the floor, squatting in the catcher’s position. See my entry on Teresa Vohwinkel to read a clever attempt on her part to get out of doing the squat.
I don’t know what I did. But one day Monka got mad at me and sent me into the hall – desk and all. He had me positioned basically in the middle of the six-roomed wing, but where he could teach and still keep an eye on me. I thought I’d have some fun with him. So I turned my head to the right, and looked in Mrs. Meehan’s room. Then I started to move my lips, as if I was talking to somebody. Of course I wasn’t. In fact, they were watching a filmstrip in there. Everyone’s back was turned anyway. I did this for 10 or 15 minutes. And Monka never noticed. I was getting frustrated. So I decided to get a little animated – gesturing with my hands and arms. Still, it took about 10 minutes before Monka finally noticed. I knew instantly, as his voice suddenly stopped, and the room got quiet. Then I looked in Monka’s room and saw that he was straining his neck trying to get a better look at me. Everyone else in class also turned to look. Then Monka came out and said, “Who are you talking to?” For once, I was honest with him. I said, “No one.” He looked into Meehan’s room himself. And from my vantage point, all you could see was darkness. He was baffled. He turned around, said nothing, then went back to his room. I got a kick out of it. Yes, it was very juvenile. I know.
At some point during the year, my mom ended up going to school for some parent/teacher conferences. I think she met with a couple of my teachers at once. I believe she met Monka, Mr. Kern and Mr. Fencl in that meeting. My mom stressed to them that I was supposed to be wearing my glasses. Truth be told, I’d had glasses since I was in first grade. When I lived in Manitowoc, I actually wore them. But for whatever reason, once I moved to Two Rivers, I refused to wear them. I guess I was just self conscious about them. After all, they were some hideous-looking things. Of course back then, all glasses were big and hideous. Anyway, the three of them assured my mom that they would make me wear my glasses. Kern never bothered to try. He didn’t care. Fencl asked me once. But Monka asked me every single day. I think he was trying to embarrass me into wearing them. Of course I would have been more embarrassed had I actually put them on. So everyday at the start of class, he would ask me in front of everyone, “Burt, did you bring your glasses?” Of course my standard answer was, “Nope!” After maybe six weeks of this, he finally let up. Needless to say, no one ever saw me wear them. Today I’ve had Lasik surgery done. And I’m much happier for it.
See my entry on Randy Ertman for an action story about Monka involving punches and squirt guns.
See my entry on B.J. Lutterman for a story about Monka and Polish jokes.
Sometime after my days at Clarke, my dad used to go to the YMCA and run in the winter time. Sometimes I’d tag along. I didn’t run myself. I just explored the building and would wander around into places I shouldn’t. But anyway, quite often Monka would be there. He’d run too. He remembered me and was always nice.
I’m not sure of the date. But I think it may have been in the early 1990’s, I recall seeing a newspaper article about an incident that happened at Clarke. Apparently one of the teachers got in trouble for being a little rough with one of the students. I believe the incident happened at night, as the teacher was chaperoning a dance or something. Someone once told me Monka was involved. In fact, just recently, someone else told me that Monka had gotten fired for hitting a student. Did it happen? I don’t know. Is it the same incident? Again, I don’t know.
Today I believe Monka is in fact retired. He appears to live in Two Rivers to this day. I couldn’t find anything else about him, other than the fact that he may have gone on an Alaskan sea cruise at some point.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:01 AM 2 comments
Monday, January 08, 2007
DRAMA!
I think I had a similarly titled post several months ago. Well drama has reared its ugly head once again. In this case, the person involved is Jason Anderson. Yes, some anonymous blogger came in and ripped him. Word eventually filtered back to Jason, who responded in kind. Yesterday, just prior to his response, I sent him a personal E-mail. Even though I take a hard stance in removing anything that's been written here, I felt that the particular comments that were left for him were a little harsh and one-sided. And mostly, they just didn't belong here. So I intended to ask Jason if he'd like me to remove them.
Anyway, before the day was over, I had received E-mails from not only Jason, but his wife as well. Incidentally, his wife confirmed that neither she nor anyone she knows was responsible for the nasty comments. Both of them know exactly who's to blame. Per a request from Jason, I have removed the nasty comments. He kept a record of them. I too have an E-mail confirmation of them. But they don't need to be seen.
I hate being involved in this drama. No one was mad at me. But still...
Anyway, back to the real purpose of this blog. I still have plenty of teachers to profile. I promise to get at least one done this week.
In the interim, Tammy Franzen has come back. She's left new comments for herself, as well as Nick Novachek, Ellen Dawidowich and Tim Petri.
Also, the mysterious "TIN" has returned and has left new comments for Jason Anderson and Mr. Heidner.
Who is "TIN?" I still have no idea. There was some thought that it may have been Tina Kust. However, if memory serves, Mr. Heidner only taught at Washington for my freshman year. And if "TIN" had Mr. Heidner, then he/she was either a potential member of the class of 1989, or someone older.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:37 AM 2 comments
Sunday, January 07, 2007
TOM GRASSMAN - YOUTUBE
Tommy G. sent me a video montage of some of he recent performances. So I put it on Youtube. You can see it below.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 3:52 PM 0 comments
Friday, January 05, 2007
WELCOME - ?????
Someone named "TIN" has signed in and left comments in the entries for Drew Konop and Greg Flemal. Who is this mystery person? I have no idea.
Anyone?
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:35 AM 0 comments
Thursday, January 04, 2007
UPDATE - JASON ANDERSON
Well, about a month ago, one of my readers alerted me to a newspaper article which featured Jason. There was even a picture - which I now have. Based on the information in the article, it was clear that Jason was involved in a divorce. I chose not to mention it. Stuff like that happens.
However, today someone else chose to bring the topic up. In fact, this person chose to leave an absolutely brutal comment in Jason's entry. A few people have already asked me who left it. I don't have an answer to that. But it's obviously someone who has intimate knowledge about Jason, intimate knowledge about his workplace, and also had prior knowledge to this blog of mine. So it seems clear to me that the person who left the comment is somebody associated with Jason's wife. I don't buy the "I'm almost positive you are" part of the comment. This anonymous person knows exactly who Jason is, and knew exactly where to go to leave a nasty comment about him.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 4:20 PM 2 comments
UPDATE - REBECCA SHEDLOSKY
I did a little digging today, and found some recent pictures of Becky online. I put them in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 4:02 PM 0 comments
BIRTHDAY CARD
Cindy Rohrer sent me a birthday card which she still have. It dates back to L.B. Clarke. She's not sure what year it's from. But I'm guessing it's from 7th grade. There's some interesting names here.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:05 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
UPDATE - TAMMY FRANZEN
Tammy sent me six photos. They feature her, Cindy Rohrer and Carrie Collard - as well as their families. I put them in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 10:40 AM 1 comments
DECEMBER, 2006
WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL TWO RIVERS WI CLASS OF 1989
Friday, December 22, 2006
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Yes indeed, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and for Meff, Happy Hanukkah!
Before I relate a couple of Christmas stories, I'd like all of my readers to check out Greg Pagel's blog. It's linked on the right side of this page. He has a really cool Christmas story. Check it out.
When I was really little, perhaps three or four, we were spending Christmas at my grandparents' home in Royal Oak, Michigan. On Christmas Eve, I had been put to bed. At some point in the night, I heard a noise. I'm not sure if I hadn't yet fallen asleep, or if I was awoken in the night. But I heard a noise above me. It was clearly coming from the roof. I heard what I thought were footsteps. I was sure that Santa had arrived! How exciting! The next day, there were lots of presents. That clinched it. I'd heard Santa! Years later I asked my parents if they'd gone up on the roof to make some noise. They hadn't. So to this day, I'm convinced that what I heard was indeed Santa Claus. No one will convince me otherwise.
A few years later, I believe when I was in first grade, we were spending Christmas at our own home in Manitowoc. Now I knew the drill. Santa only brings presents to good little boys and girls. So I was scared. I knew that I hadn't exactly been a good boy that year. If you read one of my entries on myself, you'll see the story about how my friend Carl and I had broken into a guy's garage, and smashed up the car windshield. We'd gotten away with it. But Santa knows... As Christmas approached, I was very worried. I went to bed on Christmas Eve expecting the worst. At some point in the night, I woke up. The house was quiet. I crept out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs. I opened the door to the living room and found... a room overflowing with presents! It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. As I walked back up the stairs, I quietly commented to myself, "I can do anything!" A few days ago my wife asked me what I would have done, had there been little or no presents. My response was, "I probably would have shaped up." Then again, saying it and doing it are two different things.I probably wouldn't have. In fact, I may have been worse, as that incident probably would have scarred me for life.
In the spirit of the season, combined with my recent love for Youtube, here are some of my favorite Christmas songs. The first one is my all-time favorite. It's Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmas Time."
For my lovely wife, here is her favorite Christmas song. Like mine, hers is from another ex-Beatle. It's John Lennon's "Happy Xmas, War Is Over."
This next song is more in the spirit of this blog. I take you back to 1981, to the early days of MTV - when MTV was cool! This song has really grown on me in recent years. And it may actually surpass McCartney's song for my all-time favorite. It's Billy Squier (and the MTV staff) singing "Christmas Is The Time To Say I Love You."
This next song is also one of my favorites. It's "Father Christmas" by The Kinks. I just love the lyrics.
Father Christmas, give us some money.
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over.
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
Isn't that cool? I actually found the original video on Youtube. But the sound and video quality were poor. So instead, I found the song used with a bunch of clips from Christmas episodes of "That 70's Show."
Lastly, this is a Christmas present to my readers. This next clip is that of fellow graduate Meff (Jeff Messerman). A few days ago I uploaded a clip of he and I, and another friend of ours lip-syncing "Wild Thing." Well, truth be told, there was another lip-syncing performance that day. In this one, Meff was flying solo. Back in October, 2000, Meff's wife was planning a surprise 30th birthday party for him. Little did she know that I had another surprise. I dug out this old video and played it at the party, much to the delight of all who attended. Meff just cringed. But if you know Meff, you know he didn't really care, and got a good laugh out of it as well. As his mother stared at the TV screen in disbelief, Meff said to her, "Remember all those times I went to Two Rivers? Well this is what I was doing." A year later, at my surprise 30th birthday party, the video made an appearance again.
About a week ago, I was talking to Meff. For some reason, I completely blanked out, and couldn't remember the name of the Elvis song he had lip-synced. So I asked him. His reply to me was, "Oh God..." He knew exactly what I was going to do. At that point he suggested that I only play part of the song. But honestly, once people have seen just a part of it, what more is there to hide? Besides, several months ago, Meff chided me for not blogging about a particular story I had which involved Scott Jaklin. He played the "journalistic integrity" card. And he had a point. So with that in mind, here is the entire clip. Is it funny? Yes. But it's also well done. Here's Meff with his performance of Elvis Presley's "Suspicious Minds."
Merry Christmas!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:45 AM 2 comments
Thursday, December 21, 2006
MR. SCHWANTES
Mr. Schwantes (Ken) was a teacher at Washington High School. I had him during my senior year for some sort of psychology or sociology class. I think it was sociology actually. But I think he may have also taught some history classes to freshman and sophomores. I know he did teach freshman. I never had him as a freshman though.
I believe that for many years, Schwantes had a Rollie Fingers-type moustache. But during my senior year, I don't think he had it anymore.
Schwantes was a popular guy. In fact, he may have been the most popular teacher in school. Why? Becasue he would talk about anything. And he could spend entire class periods talking about it. If the students could get him off the subject of the class, and onto something else, they might be rewarded with a discussion that could last the entire period. Be it baseball, politics, abortion, movies, television... anything! He could go on forever.
Schwantes was no pushover. He knew exactly what he was doing. And he would even comment that students routinely come into class and say to each other, "What can we get Schwantes to talk about today?" But there was a method to his madness. He defended his social discussions as something kids needed to grow. And he was right. The overall atmosphere made learning (when we did learn stuff) quite easy. I'd bet the failure rate for his classes was extremely low.
Schwantes had a lot of stories. One of his favorites was when a student from years past came in with his checkbook and tried to bribe him for a good grade. For the record, Schwantes refused the offer.
Schwantes also mentioned the time a certain girl (again, in years past) would wear a really short skirt, (with no underwear) and would sit in the front row and flash him. As Schwantes said, "You could see right up to her oh-my-gosh!" I guess teaching has certain perks.
Schwantes also told us that during the previous year, he taught a class. And on every Monday morning, these two senior girls (who he refused to name) would come in and meet each other, and ask each other whether either of them had "gotten any" over the weekend. He said they were a little too loud with their talk. Apparently other poeple heard too. Because a few of the students in our class knew exactly which two students he was talking about. The two students were allegedly (again, according to a few of the students in our class, Craig Rysticken for one) class of 1988's Lori Gagnon and Angie Algozine. If memory serves, I think they were both cheerleaders.
One of my favorite stories was when he spoke about class of 1987's Laura Ledvina. Laura was a girl who had some really funky hair. She was a cute girl actually. She was always smiling. But it was often hard to notice because your glance always went to her hair. I don't know what she did with it. But she somehow made it stand up in a great big pile on her head. Picture Marge Simpson, only not quite as large, and a lot less blue. That was Laura. Anyway, Schwantes was fascinated by her. He was so impressed with her. Clearly she wanted attention. And her hair provided that. People would often stop and just look at her. And she would just smile, and walk on by with her head held high. She was clearly confident. I never knew Laura myself. But I wish I would have. She seemed like a fascinating person. Schwantes was dead-on accurate with his description. Incidentally, I believe Laura lives in Arizona today. And I believe she's a jazz musician.
I also recall Schwantes telling us a story about two guys who attempted a social experiment years earlier. On a whim, they decided to hold hands when they walked out of class and headed towards their next class. Apparently they walked the halls like that. They wanted to see what reactions they would get. Apparently there were lots of stares and confused looks. I would have loved to have seen that. And no, the two guys weren't gay.
I mentioned this story in Larry Daffner's entry. But it's worth repeating. One of the guys in our class was fellow graduate David Kanera. Dave was in all his glory in that class. He was constantly yapping, and was always involved in the discussions. He thrived on attention. It's like he needed it to breathe. It was annoying as hell! Well one day Schwantes started the class and asked us what we should do that day. In referring to Dave, Larry yelled out, "Why don't we all ignore what's-his-name in the corner, and see how long it takes before he goes nuts!" I don't think most of the class understood what Larry was talking about. But I did. And I laughed my ass off.
Schwantes was the first teacher I'd ever heard use the word "fuck." Up until that point, the worst I'd ever encountered was when Mrs. Casey called me a "little shit." (Ms. Sapa once said "shit" too.) But Schwantes didn't really swear at anyone. He used the words in the context of one of his many stories. He was telling us about a student in years past who was always talking in class. Schwantes routinely had to tell him to be quiet. One day the kid snapped and said, "Everytime I open my fuckin' mouth, you tell me to shut up." Our class laughed. He defended his use of the word, stating that he was only using it in context. When asked if he punished the kid, he said no. He said the kid was simply letting off steam, and didn't mean any harm. Good man that Schwantes.
Near the end of the year, Schwantes talked about the fact that the seniors (like myself) were leaving school and going out into the real world. In doing so, he said something very interesting. He said that many seniors would prefer to keep going in school, as for the first time in their lives, the future was unknown. Bingo! This was me. I hated school. I'd hated it since I first entered kindergarten. I had drawn a calendar on the back of one of my notebooks, so I could count down the number of school days left. At any point in the second semester, I could have told you exactly what the number was. But the scary reality is that I had no plans whatsoever after high school. I wasn't interested in college. I certainly didn't want to work. It was a weird time. And Schwantes was right. Because I was one of those kids. As much as I hated school, if I could have stayed on for another year, I would have. How awful is that? I must have been a lost soul at that time. So what did happen to me? I ended up washing dishes for 10 months. That was enough to convince me that I needed to go back to school. It took a couple of shaky years to figure out how to be a real student (something I never learned growing up) but I eventually caught on, even making the Dean's List at one point. Smart man that Schwantes.
Schwantes was married to fellow teacher Carol Schwantes. But they ended up divorcing at some point. I'm quite sure Schwantes is retired today. But he still lives in Two Rivers. My thanks to Cindy Rohrer for providing this picture. It appears to have been taken back in the late-1980's, possibly during our senior year. I have no idea where it was taken though.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:33 PM 1 comments
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
THE SERMON
Here's another old camcorder clip. I believe this was shot in June, 1990. Meff and I paid a visit to the Knollwood Mausoleum out on Highway 310. Why? I have no idea. But we did. In an around the mausoleum they had this music playing, which sounded a lot like Zamfir and his magic pan flute. Inside the mausoleum was a chapel. So I decided to take the pulpit and deliver some sort of sermon. I had no idea what I was going to say. I just went up and started talking. Of course Meff didn't make it any easier for me, as he kept trying to get me to be quiet. I suppose I can understand that, as there were people around. Anyway, the clip is short. But here it is.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:43 AM 0 comments
Monday, December 18, 2006
HAVE I NO SHAME?
In going through some old camcorder tapes, I've come across some interesting stuff. Some of it I'll be sharing in the next few days. This first clip is from sometime in 1990 - probably late-spring or early-summer.
What possessed us to do this, I have no idea. This is a clip of Meff and I, along with our friend John. For those of you who grew up in Two Rivers, you may remember John. He's been spotted cruising the streets of Two Rivers in his electric wheelchair since the early-1980's. In the summer, you can still see him. Today he lives in the Hamilton Home. If you see John, say hi. He's a nice guy. Tell him you saw him on Youtube!
What more needs to be said? The clip speaks for itself. It's the three of us lip-syncing to The Troggs' "Wild Thing." And it's beyond embarrassing, for many reasons - the hair, the clothes, the whole thing in general. So why show it? Simple - because the answer is no. I have no shame.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:30 PM 5 comments
THE COMMENTING IS FIXED
It looks like anyone can comment anywhere. Kudos to those eggheads at internet control. Now I can speak my mind once again.
I have nothing to say.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:21 AM 2 comments
Saturday, December 16, 2006
SALLY GRACZYKOWSKI - YOUTUBE
This was our attempt to see Chad Daffner. He wasn't home. But his neighbor, class of 1990's Sally Graczykowski was. So we stopped by to see her. For some reason, we didn't film much of here. But here's what we got.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:22 AM 2 comments
Friday, December 15, 2006
ANOTHER UPDATE ON THE COMMENTING PROBLEM
A blogger employee responded to my post from the other day - the post I thought had been deleted. It sounds like they're working on it.
COMMENTING PROBLEM
In other blog-related news, I added a brief update on Chris Thee.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:24 AM 0 comments
Thursday, December 14, 2006
UPDATE - SCOTT JAKLIN
I found some 1990 camcorder footage of Scott doing his teacher impressions. I put it in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 4:31 PM 1 comments
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
UPDATE - 9-9-9
Three posts down from this one is yesterday's post about the 9-9-9. I found a third camcorder clip from that evening. I've added it to the post.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:27 PM 0 comments
THE TROUBLE WITH COMMENTS
Last night I was able to comment in other people's blogs. Today I can't - again! What an annoyance. It seems like it's hit-or-miss with some people. Sometimes you can comment. Sometimes you can't.
Digging through the blogger.com website, I was eventually able to find myself on some sort of blogger help page. There are message boards there. I had to create a Gmail account in order to be allowed to participate in the forums. But I did. And it looks like a lot of people are having problems commenting. It's not just me and my little "blogger family" here. The link is below.
I posted a question in the "something is broken" area yesterday. I plan to follow up again today. Hopefully someone higher up will take notice. Perhaps my fellow blog owners will also complain. Eventually I'm sure it will all be fixed.
BLOGGER HELP
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:21 AM 7 comments
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
UPDATE - MR. FRANKE
The video that Kevin Dehne and I shot when we visited Mr. Franke back in August can now be seen in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:56 PM 0 comments
9-9-9
A few months ago, I was reading the blog of class of 1987's Gregg Novachek. He wrote about an experience he had called "The 9-9-9." What is this, you may ask? Well, it's a challenge of sorts - a challenge that is supposed to take place during a baseball game.
The challenge is this. In the course of the nine-inning game, the participant is to eat nine hot dogs (and buns) and drink nine 16-ounce beers. Gregg accomplished this feat.
I was impressed. And I wanted to try it. There's no rule that says it can't take place in your own home. So that's what I would try. Also, since I detest beer, I would substitute wine coolers. I couldn't try this feat on my own. So I enlisted Meff to join me.
Meff was reluctant about the whole thing. But in the end, he did participate. But instead of hot dogs, he substituted not one, but two Tombstone pizzas.
We chose game one of the 2006 World Series. The date was Saturday, October 21st, 2006. Exactly three weeks earlier, I'd celebrated my birthday party. On that night, I drank perhaps 14 wine coolers with relative ease. I was thoroughly smashed (after three of them). But I didn't get sick. Success! With that dry run behind me, I thought I was well prepared to beat the 9-9-9.
I was wrong. I'm sad to say I could only drink four wine coolers. Four! What the hell? On a positive note, I did manage to get all nine hot dogs in me. The last bite of number nine went down with two outs in the 9th inning.
So what happened? I have a theory. My stomach simply wasn't big enough to handle it all. Sure, I'd downed 14 wine coolers a few weeks earlier. So why only four this night? No room. It's as simple as that. Those nasty hot dogs and buns swelled in my stomach, literally leaving no room for anything else - even liquids. On the night of my birthday, all I ate was one piece of pizza and a cookie. So there was plenty of room for liquids.
So how did Meff do? He did even worse. He too only managed to finish four beers. And while he did manage to finish one whole pizza, not one bite was sunk into number two.
So we both failed. And both of us were drunk after three drinks. How pathetic is that? I guess because neither one of us drink, it took very little to get a full buzz going. As an interesting side note, in the 20+ years Meff and I have been friends, this was the first time that we had ever gotten drunk together.
Anyway, my lovely wife got out the camcorder and filmed a little bit. These clips aren't riotously entertaining. But some might get a kick out of them. So here they are, in all their glory. Clip #1 features my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter as well.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 5:22 PM 4 comments
COMMENTS
It seems like blogger.com is having some issues. I can leave comments on this blog of mine. But I can't leave comments on anyone else's. My wife (on a different computer) is having the same issue. Is anyone else having this problem?
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:43 PM 8 comments
UPDATE - STACEY ERICKSON
Stacey has sent me a photo. You can see it in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:43 AM 0 comments
Monday, December 11, 2006
WELCOME - AMY SCHMIDT
I got a really nice E-mail from Amy today. She also left a comment in her entry. She's included her E-mail address. So feel free to get in touch with her, if you like. I wrote her back and asked if she had a recent picture to share. So maybe I'll have one soon.
It's espceically nice to get a friendly E-mail from someone I wasn't exactly friendly to in my description. Thank you Amy.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 3:40 PM 1 comments
Sunday, December 10, 2006
UPDATE - MR. WHEELER
Thanks to Monica Knutson's comments, I was able to find two pictures of Mr. Wheeler. You can see them in his entry.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:21 PM 0 comments
WELCOME - MONICA KNUTSON
Yes indeed, she calls herself CreativeMuse. But it is in fact class of 1990's Monica Knutson. She was a bit shy at first, referring to herself as "Monz." But the more she commented, the more she revealed.
You can see her comments in the entries of Paula Jonas, Stan Conrad, Larry Daffner, Brian Klein, Jennifer Hansel, Lisa Koch, Sara Kvitek and Mr. Wheeler.
Welcome Monica!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:51 PM 0 comments
Friday, December 08, 2006
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Rumor has it that Cindy Rohrer turns 36-years-old tomorrow. And to think, the last time I actually saw her, she was 18. Wow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINDY!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:27 AM 7 comments
Thursday, December 07, 2006
WELCOME - BRIAN KLEIN & GREGG NOVACHEK
Brian Klein stopped by the blog this evening. He left a comment in his entry. Actually, it was more of a reply to Nate Walkner's comment which was left for him. We may have the beginnings of a flame war.
As for class of 1987's Gregg Novachek, I've known he's been reading for quite awhile. He finally left a comment today, in my "Note To Brad Strouf" post.
Welcome Brian & Gregg!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:54 PM 5 comments
UPDATE
Egged on by Erin and myself, Brad Strouf has started his own blog. You can find it linked on the right side of this page.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:17 PM 1 comments
UPDATE - SCOTT LECOQUE
I found another length article about Scott. It's from December, 2005, and discusses the jury phase of his trial.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:53 AM 0 comments
NOTE TO BRAD STROUF
Kudos to Brad on his neverending supply of comments. Be it here, on Erin's blog, or even on class of 1987's Gregg Novachek's blog, Brad is always around. By the way here's a link to Gregg's blog. Check it out. GREGG
So that being said, I would encourage Brad to start his own blog. Be it about life, school days, or recent busts, I think you would do well at it - even if your entries were sporadic.
Here's a little-known fact about Brad. Back in his pre-sobriety days, a heavily-intoxicated Kevin Dehne was once tackled to the ground and arrested by officers Brad Strouf and class of 1988's Erik Walters.
There's your first enrty.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:41 AM 7 comments
UPDATE - MARILYN DUPREY
I did a little poking around, and was able to find some very recent pictures of Marilyn. I put them in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:20 AM 1 comments
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
UPDATE - JIM MESSMAN
I found a photo of him on the internet. I put it in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:50 AM 0 comments
Friday, December 22, 2006
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Yes indeed, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and for Meff, Happy Hanukkah!
Before I relate a couple of Christmas stories, I'd like all of my readers to check out Greg Pagel's blog. It's linked on the right side of this page. He has a really cool Christmas story. Check it out.
When I was really little, perhaps three or four, we were spending Christmas at my grandparents' home in Royal Oak, Michigan. On Christmas Eve, I had been put to bed. At some point in the night, I heard a noise. I'm not sure if I hadn't yet fallen asleep, or if I was awoken in the night. But I heard a noise above me. It was clearly coming from the roof. I heard what I thought were footsteps. I was sure that Santa had arrived! How exciting! The next day, there were lots of presents. That clinched it. I'd heard Santa! Years later I asked my parents if they'd gone up on the roof to make some noise. They hadn't. So to this day, I'm convinced that what I heard was indeed Santa Claus. No one will convince me otherwise.
A few years later, I believe when I was in first grade, we were spending Christmas at our own home in Manitowoc. Now I knew the drill. Santa only brings presents to good little boys and girls. So I was scared. I knew that I hadn't exactly been a good boy that year. If you read one of my entries on myself, you'll see the story about how my friend Carl and I had broken into a guy's garage, and smashed up the car windshield. We'd gotten away with it. But Santa knows... As Christmas approached, I was very worried. I went to bed on Christmas Eve expecting the worst. At some point in the night, I woke up. The house was quiet. I crept out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs. I opened the door to the living room and found... a room overflowing with presents! It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. As I walked back up the stairs, I quietly commented to myself, "I can do anything!" A few days ago my wife asked me what I would have done, had there been little or no presents. My response was, "I probably would have shaped up." Then again, saying it and doing it are two different things.I probably wouldn't have. In fact, I may have been worse, as that incident probably would have scarred me for life.
In the spirit of the season, combined with my recent love for Youtube, here are some of my favorite Christmas songs. The first one is my all-time favorite. It's Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmas Time."
For my lovely wife, here is her favorite Christmas song. Like mine, hers is from another ex-Beatle. It's John Lennon's "Happy Xmas, War Is Over."
This next song is more in the spirit of this blog. I take you back to 1981, to the early days of MTV - when MTV was cool! This song has really grown on me in recent years. And it may actually surpass McCartney's song for my all-time favorite. It's Billy Squier (and the MTV staff) singing "Christmas Is The Time To Say I Love You."
This next song is also one of my favorites. It's "Father Christmas" by The Kinks. I just love the lyrics.
Father Christmas, give us some money.
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over.
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
Isn't that cool? I actually found the original video on Youtube. But the sound and video quality were poor. So instead, I found the song used with a bunch of clips from Christmas episodes of "That 70's Show."
Lastly, this is a Christmas present to my readers. This next clip is that of fellow graduate Meff (Jeff Messerman). A few days ago I uploaded a clip of he and I, and another friend of ours lip-syncing "Wild Thing." Well, truth be told, there was another lip-syncing performance that day. In this one, Meff was flying solo. Back in October, 2000, Meff's wife was planning a surprise 30th birthday party for him. Little did she know that I had another surprise. I dug out this old video and played it at the party, much to the delight of all who attended. Meff just cringed. But if you know Meff, you know he didn't really care, and got a good laugh out of it as well. As his mother stared at the TV screen in disbelief, Meff said to her, "Remember all those times I went to Two Rivers? Well this is what I was doing." A year later, at my surprise 30th birthday party, the video made an appearance again.
About a week ago, I was talking to Meff. For some reason, I completely blanked out, and couldn't remember the name of the Elvis song he had lip-synced. So I asked him. His reply to me was, "Oh God..." He knew exactly what I was going to do. At that point he suggested that I only play part of the song. But honestly, once people have seen just a part of it, what more is there to hide? Besides, several months ago, Meff chided me for not blogging about a particular story I had which involved Scott Jaklin. He played the "journalistic integrity" card. And he had a point. So with that in mind, here is the entire clip. Is it funny? Yes. But it's also well done. Here's Meff with his performance of Elvis Presley's "Suspicious Minds."
Merry Christmas!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:45 AM 2 comments
Thursday, December 21, 2006
MR. SCHWANTES
Mr. Schwantes (Ken) was a teacher at Washington High School. I had him during my senior year for some sort of psychology or sociology class. I think it was sociology actually. But I think he may have also taught some history classes to freshman and sophomores. I know he did teach freshman. I never had him as a freshman though.
I believe that for many years, Schwantes had a Rollie Fingers-type moustache. But during my senior year, I don't think he had it anymore.
Schwantes was a popular guy. In fact, he may have been the most popular teacher in school. Why? Becasue he would talk about anything. And he could spend entire class periods talking about it. If the students could get him off the subject of the class, and onto something else, they might be rewarded with a discussion that could last the entire period. Be it baseball, politics, abortion, movies, television... anything! He could go on forever.
Schwantes was no pushover. He knew exactly what he was doing. And he would even comment that students routinely come into class and say to each other, "What can we get Schwantes to talk about today?" But there was a method to his madness. He defended his social discussions as something kids needed to grow. And he was right. The overall atmosphere made learning (when we did learn stuff) quite easy. I'd bet the failure rate for his classes was extremely low.
Schwantes had a lot of stories. One of his favorites was when a student from years past came in with his checkbook and tried to bribe him for a good grade. For the record, Schwantes refused the offer.
Schwantes also mentioned the time a certain girl (again, in years past) would wear a really short skirt, (with no underwear) and would sit in the front row and flash him. As Schwantes said, "You could see right up to her oh-my-gosh!" I guess teaching has certain perks.
Schwantes also told us that during the previous year, he taught a class. And on every Monday morning, these two senior girls (who he refused to name) would come in and meet each other, and ask each other whether either of them had "gotten any" over the weekend. He said they were a little too loud with their talk. Apparently other poeple heard too. Because a few of the students in our class knew exactly which two students he was talking about. The two students were allegedly (again, according to a few of the students in our class, Craig Rysticken for one) class of 1988's Lori Gagnon and Angie Algozine. If memory serves, I think they were both cheerleaders.
One of my favorite stories was when he spoke about class of 1987's Laura Ledvina. Laura was a girl who had some really funky hair. She was a cute girl actually. She was always smiling. But it was often hard to notice because your glance always went to her hair. I don't know what she did with it. But she somehow made it stand up in a great big pile on her head. Picture Marge Simpson, only not quite as large, and a lot less blue. That was Laura. Anyway, Schwantes was fascinated by her. He was so impressed with her. Clearly she wanted attention. And her hair provided that. People would often stop and just look at her. And she would just smile, and walk on by with her head held high. She was clearly confident. I never knew Laura myself. But I wish I would have. She seemed like a fascinating person. Schwantes was dead-on accurate with his description. Incidentally, I believe Laura lives in Arizona today. And I believe she's a jazz musician.
I also recall Schwantes telling us a story about two guys who attempted a social experiment years earlier. On a whim, they decided to hold hands when they walked out of class and headed towards their next class. Apparently they walked the halls like that. They wanted to see what reactions they would get. Apparently there were lots of stares and confused looks. I would have loved to have seen that. And no, the two guys weren't gay.
I mentioned this story in Larry Daffner's entry. But it's worth repeating. One of the guys in our class was fellow graduate David Kanera. Dave was in all his glory in that class. He was constantly yapping, and was always involved in the discussions. He thrived on attention. It's like he needed it to breathe. It was annoying as hell! Well one day Schwantes started the class and asked us what we should do that day. In referring to Dave, Larry yelled out, "Why don't we all ignore what's-his-name in the corner, and see how long it takes before he goes nuts!" I don't think most of the class understood what Larry was talking about. But I did. And I laughed my ass off.
Schwantes was the first teacher I'd ever heard use the word "fuck." Up until that point, the worst I'd ever encountered was when Mrs. Casey called me a "little shit." (Ms. Sapa once said "shit" too.) But Schwantes didn't really swear at anyone. He used the words in the context of one of his many stories. He was telling us about a student in years past who was always talking in class. Schwantes routinely had to tell him to be quiet. One day the kid snapped and said, "Everytime I open my fuckin' mouth, you tell me to shut up." Our class laughed. He defended his use of the word, stating that he was only using it in context. When asked if he punished the kid, he said no. He said the kid was simply letting off steam, and didn't mean any harm. Good man that Schwantes.
Near the end of the year, Schwantes talked about the fact that the seniors (like myself) were leaving school and going out into the real world. In doing so, he said something very interesting. He said that many seniors would prefer to keep going in school, as for the first time in their lives, the future was unknown. Bingo! This was me. I hated school. I'd hated it since I first entered kindergarten. I had drawn a calendar on the back of one of my notebooks, so I could count down the number of school days left. At any point in the second semester, I could have told you exactly what the number was. But the scary reality is that I had no plans whatsoever after high school. I wasn't interested in college. I certainly didn't want to work. It was a weird time. And Schwantes was right. Because I was one of those kids. As much as I hated school, if I could have stayed on for another year, I would have. How awful is that? I must have been a lost soul at that time. So what did happen to me? I ended up washing dishes for 10 months. That was enough to convince me that I needed to go back to school. It took a couple of shaky years to figure out how to be a real student (something I never learned growing up) but I eventually caught on, even making the Dean's List at one point. Smart man that Schwantes.
Schwantes was married to fellow teacher Carol Schwantes. But they ended up divorcing at some point. I'm quite sure Schwantes is retired today. But he still lives in Two Rivers. My thanks to Cindy Rohrer for providing this picture. It appears to have been taken back in the late-1980's, possibly during our senior year. I have no idea where it was taken though.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:33 PM 1 comments
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
THE SERMON
Here's another old camcorder clip. I believe this was shot in June, 1990. Meff and I paid a visit to the Knollwood Mausoleum out on Highway 310. Why? I have no idea. But we did. In an around the mausoleum they had this music playing, which sounded a lot like Zamfir and his magic pan flute. Inside the mausoleum was a chapel. So I decided to take the pulpit and deliver some sort of sermon. I had no idea what I was going to say. I just went up and started talking. Of course Meff didn't make it any easier for me, as he kept trying to get me to be quiet. I suppose I can understand that, as there were people around. Anyway, the clip is short. But here it is.
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Monday, December 18, 2006
HAVE I NO SHAME?
In going through some old camcorder tapes, I've come across some interesting stuff. Some of it I'll be sharing in the next few days. This first clip is from sometime in 1990 - probably late-spring or early-summer.
What possessed us to do this, I have no idea. This is a clip of Meff and I, along with our friend John. For those of you who grew up in Two Rivers, you may remember John. He's been spotted cruising the streets of Two Rivers in his electric wheelchair since the early-1980's. In the summer, you can still see him. Today he lives in the Hamilton Home. If you see John, say hi. He's a nice guy. Tell him you saw him on Youtube!
What more needs to be said? The clip speaks for itself. It's the three of us lip-syncing to The Troggs' "Wild Thing." And it's beyond embarrassing, for many reasons - the hair, the clothes, the whole thing in general. So why show it? Simple - because the answer is no. I have no shame.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:30 PM 5 comments
THE COMMENTING IS FIXED
It looks like anyone can comment anywhere. Kudos to those eggheads at internet control. Now I can speak my mind once again.
I have nothing to say.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:21 AM 2 comments
Saturday, December 16, 2006
SALLY GRACZYKOWSKI - YOUTUBE
This was our attempt to see Chad Daffner. He wasn't home. But his neighbor, class of 1990's Sally Graczykowski was. So we stopped by to see her. For some reason, we didn't film much of here. But here's what we got.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:22 AM 2 comments
Friday, December 15, 2006
ANOTHER UPDATE ON THE COMMENTING PROBLEM
A blogger employee responded to my post from the other day - the post I thought had been deleted. It sounds like they're working on it.
COMMENTING PROBLEM
In other blog-related news, I added a brief update on Chris Thee.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:24 AM 0 comments
Thursday, December 14, 2006
UPDATE - SCOTT JAKLIN
I found some 1990 camcorder footage of Scott doing his teacher impressions. I put it in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 4:31 PM 1 comments
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
UPDATE - 9-9-9
Three posts down from this one is yesterday's post about the 9-9-9. I found a third camcorder clip from that evening. I've added it to the post.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:27 PM 0 comments
THE TROUBLE WITH COMMENTS
Last night I was able to comment in other people's blogs. Today I can't - again! What an annoyance. It seems like it's hit-or-miss with some people. Sometimes you can comment. Sometimes you can't.
Digging through the blogger.com website, I was eventually able to find myself on some sort of blogger help page. There are message boards there. I had to create a Gmail account in order to be allowed to participate in the forums. But I did. And it looks like a lot of people are having problems commenting. It's not just me and my little "blogger family" here. The link is below.
I posted a question in the "something is broken" area yesterday. I plan to follow up again today. Hopefully someone higher up will take notice. Perhaps my fellow blog owners will also complain. Eventually I'm sure it will all be fixed.
BLOGGER HELP
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:21 AM 7 comments
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
UPDATE - MR. FRANKE
The video that Kevin Dehne and I shot when we visited Mr. Franke back in August can now be seen in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:56 PM 0 comments
9-9-9
A few months ago, I was reading the blog of class of 1987's Gregg Novachek. He wrote about an experience he had called "The 9-9-9." What is this, you may ask? Well, it's a challenge of sorts - a challenge that is supposed to take place during a baseball game.
The challenge is this. In the course of the nine-inning game, the participant is to eat nine hot dogs (and buns) and drink nine 16-ounce beers. Gregg accomplished this feat.
I was impressed. And I wanted to try it. There's no rule that says it can't take place in your own home. So that's what I would try. Also, since I detest beer, I would substitute wine coolers. I couldn't try this feat on my own. So I enlisted Meff to join me.
Meff was reluctant about the whole thing. But in the end, he did participate. But instead of hot dogs, he substituted not one, but two Tombstone pizzas.
We chose game one of the 2006 World Series. The date was Saturday, October 21st, 2006. Exactly three weeks earlier, I'd celebrated my birthday party. On that night, I drank perhaps 14 wine coolers with relative ease. I was thoroughly smashed (after three of them). But I didn't get sick. Success! With that dry run behind me, I thought I was well prepared to beat the 9-9-9.
I was wrong. I'm sad to say I could only drink four wine coolers. Four! What the hell? On a positive note, I did manage to get all nine hot dogs in me. The last bite of number nine went down with two outs in the 9th inning.
So what happened? I have a theory. My stomach simply wasn't big enough to handle it all. Sure, I'd downed 14 wine coolers a few weeks earlier. So why only four this night? No room. It's as simple as that. Those nasty hot dogs and buns swelled in my stomach, literally leaving no room for anything else - even liquids. On the night of my birthday, all I ate was one piece of pizza and a cookie. So there was plenty of room for liquids.
So how did Meff do? He did even worse. He too only managed to finish four beers. And while he did manage to finish one whole pizza, not one bite was sunk into number two.
So we both failed. And both of us were drunk after three drinks. How pathetic is that? I guess because neither one of us drink, it took very little to get a full buzz going. As an interesting side note, in the 20+ years Meff and I have been friends, this was the first time that we had ever gotten drunk together.
Anyway, my lovely wife got out the camcorder and filmed a little bit. These clips aren't riotously entertaining. But some might get a kick out of them. So here they are, in all their glory. Clip #1 features my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter as well.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 5:22 PM 4 comments
COMMENTS
It seems like blogger.com is having some issues. I can leave comments on this blog of mine. But I can't leave comments on anyone else's. My wife (on a different computer) is having the same issue. Is anyone else having this problem?
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 12:43 PM 8 comments
UPDATE - STACEY ERICKSON
Stacey has sent me a photo. You can see it in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:43 AM 0 comments
Monday, December 11, 2006
WELCOME - AMY SCHMIDT
I got a really nice E-mail from Amy today. She also left a comment in her entry. She's included her E-mail address. So feel free to get in touch with her, if you like. I wrote her back and asked if she had a recent picture to share. So maybe I'll have one soon.
It's espceically nice to get a friendly E-mail from someone I wasn't exactly friendly to in my description. Thank you Amy.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 3:40 PM 1 comments
Sunday, December 10, 2006
UPDATE - MR. WHEELER
Thanks to Monica Knutson's comments, I was able to find two pictures of Mr. Wheeler. You can see them in his entry.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:21 PM 0 comments
WELCOME - MONICA KNUTSON
Yes indeed, she calls herself CreativeMuse. But it is in fact class of 1990's Monica Knutson. She was a bit shy at first, referring to herself as "Monz." But the more she commented, the more she revealed.
You can see her comments in the entries of Paula Jonas, Stan Conrad, Larry Daffner, Brian Klein, Jennifer Hansel, Lisa Koch, Sara Kvitek and Mr. Wheeler.
Welcome Monica!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 6:51 PM 0 comments
Friday, December 08, 2006
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Rumor has it that Cindy Rohrer turns 36-years-old tomorrow. And to think, the last time I actually saw her, she was 18. Wow.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINDY!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:27 AM 7 comments
Thursday, December 07, 2006
WELCOME - BRIAN KLEIN & GREGG NOVACHEK
Brian Klein stopped by the blog this evening. He left a comment in his entry. Actually, it was more of a reply to Nate Walkner's comment which was left for him. We may have the beginnings of a flame war.
As for class of 1987's Gregg Novachek, I've known he's been reading for quite awhile. He finally left a comment today, in my "Note To Brad Strouf" post.
Welcome Brian & Gregg!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:54 PM 5 comments
UPDATE
Egged on by Erin and myself, Brad Strouf has started his own blog. You can find it linked on the right side of this page.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 1:17 PM 1 comments
UPDATE - SCOTT LECOQUE
I found another length article about Scott. It's from December, 2005, and discusses the jury phase of his trial.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 11:53 AM 0 comments
NOTE TO BRAD STROUF
Kudos to Brad on his neverending supply of comments. Be it here, on Erin's blog, or even on class of 1987's Gregg Novachek's blog, Brad is always around. By the way here's a link to Gregg's blog. Check it out. GREGG
So that being said, I would encourage Brad to start his own blog. Be it about life, school days, or recent busts, I think you would do well at it - even if your entries were sporadic.
Here's a little-known fact about Brad. Back in his pre-sobriety days, a heavily-intoxicated Kevin Dehne was once tackled to the ground and arrested by officers Brad Strouf and class of 1988's Erik Walters.
There's your first enrty.
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 8:41 AM 7 comments
UPDATE - MARILYN DUPREY
I did a little poking around, and was able to find some very recent pictures of Marilyn. I put them in her entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 7:20 AM 1 comments
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
UPDATE - JIM MESSMAN
I found a photo of him on the internet. I put it in his entry.
Enjoy!
posted by TWORIVERSWALRUS @ 9:50 AM 0 comments
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