memoirs
East, classroom cannot teach all life lessons
Many of the best senior memoirs are well-rounded reflections on the past four years. They oftentimes present vague recollections from high school intended to gather a strange potpourri of memories to which we may or may not relate. I guess I could do that.
I could say high school taught me a lot of things. I learned that if I need to text, I really ought to have a man-purse to hide my phone behind. If I don’t want to participate in class, I can always go to the bathroom and make a pit stop in the Raider Room. If I’m dreading a test, I
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If someone asked me to describe my time at Wauwatosa East High School in one word, I would have to respond “how?”
How on earth could I summarize the countless hours I have spent in classes, practices, rehearsals, meetings, competitions, concerts, performances, games, events and gatherings of friends. East has been a huge part of life.
And yet as the chapter of my life titled “High School” comes to a conclusion, I know I have to move on.
So this makes me wonder, what am I going to remember about these last four years and more importantly, what am I
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I suppose dear reader that you expect this memoir to be like an after-school special. Maybe a rambling piece of drivel spouting on about experiences that made me stronger as an individual.
Or perhaps an exciting exposé of all the fun events I had at school with my friends followed by a lamenting that time goes by too fast and the cliché warning that time goes by too fast. Maybe even a recounting of deep dark secrets of myself or others for those of you who have a voyeuristic taste.
Well, too bad. If you know me, which I’m
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Hey, remember when Mr. [Bill] Stroud used to walk around picking up garbage? No? Okay, well, remember when you couldn’t wear headphones in the hallway? Ah, well, remember when you could have ten unexcused absences instead of five before you couldn’t exempt? Oh wait that’s right, you’re probably not a senior.
In my four years at Wauwatosa East High School, I’ve accrued many a memory. Like the time Greg Barnowski hit a softball over the fence freshman year, causing Mr. [Mike] Richards to
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We all remember being freshmen. We remember being confused and excited, but mostly scared. We remember being astounded that we were let into school before 8 a.m. and could wander its halls.
We remember the shock when we were allowed to chew gum in class. We remember feeling foolish showing up to gym wearing black shorts and a white top, only to realize that here, they could not care less what color clothes you wore to gym. And we remember being disappointed that, just as adults warned us, high school was significantly harder than
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So high school wasn’t all that bad, right? Yeah, a bunch of it wasn’t great great but still, it was filled with awesome memories, right? Well, it had moments.
Like when Mr. Arndorfer passed out hamburgers, made us chomp into them and then start reading excerpts from Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle.” Maybe it was just Glen Kendl and I who thought this, but those burgers were delicious.
I suppose there are also those instances from the junior year APPSE retreat. We typed our fingers off to pump out drafts,
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