Crazy HS. Awesome friendships and groups and then I think of my teachers and who comes to mind, Mrs. Wollenburg who said; “Brenda, why are you wasting your talent on pompoms when I could use you on my basketball team?!” It was after gym class and I just made three half court “swooshes” and brought our team to victory. I just giggled but her comments seeded in my heart. I left the JV team shortly after and started training for the state meet; “You’re fast Brenda and I think you can do well”. Maybe I trained to late? When I got there my competitors got in these devices on the ground and launched out of them. But, even though I stood, I made it through a few heats! She had faith in me, it was a wonderful experience and launched me into a new avenue of thought. There was more to H.S. then Earth Science.
Mr Snell was one of my most interesting teachers. He was hard of hearing and even though I can’t for the life of me remember what we were tested on, I do remember looking forward to his class and Seth. He was so shy and I remember talented yet strangely sad. Joanne Borg had such a crush on Seth in eighth grade, she had claimed him for :her: and I remember thinking; “I wonder if he knows how precious he is?” for a fleeting moment, questioned what it would be like to know him better and then I met Glenn. Nothing was quite the same after that. His goal was Cornell, his Ivy league choice. I would make the ride to Ithaca many a time, even attended a few classes with him, I guess college would be the direction and Nursing the profession.
Mrs Lovrin, adored her. She instilled within me hope. She would pass out seeing the sight of blood and became a RN despite this. She spoke softly, was kind and had a sparkle in her eye which was compelling. She made me feel, whatever I chose to attain would become indeed a reality. Like her, if I could just recognize my weaknesses and prepare for them, back against the wall, slide down not crashing backwards or forward, I would awaken unscathed.
I read this poem again tonight..it was written by Mary, her thoughts made me cry, nope haven’t forgotten you either. Gosh we had..have…awesome memories..and they are all very much alive