By the time the 11th grade came around I had pretty much settled down. I’m not sure if I was using drugs by this time. If I was then it wasn’t much longer before I quit. The reason I did drugs was not a matter of addiction. It was more about fear of man than [...]
Archive for November, 2006
I learned how to make time bombs in the 10th grade. We would take a smoke bomb and put a filter-less cigarette on the end of it. We would light the cigarette, place it on the stem of the smoke bomb, place it in an inconspicuous place and about 10 minutes later it would go [...]
A number of years ago (probably 1988 or ’89) I met a young man who was living a hopeless life. He had relational problems, drug problems, employment problems and financial problems. I saw these problems and recognized them for what they were and I further discerned what the cure would be. He needed a Savior. [...]
This was a momentous grade. Oh, where to start… I was detained in my typing class for a good reason, which I do not remember at this time. However, it made me late for my biology class and Mrs. Williams sent me to the office because I was late. We called her “Ruby Lips” because [...]
Loraine Maria Roldan was an exchange student from Mexico. She stayed with some Hispanic Americans who had been living in Wingate for a long time and were friends of Gary, at least the girl who was in Gary’s grade. I can’t remember her name or the family’s name. Somehow they had Loraine come over for [...]
Eighth grade was like the seventh as far as my teachers. I do not remember them. I do remember getting in a fight with Joe Little. We called him Little Joe Little. He was a skinny black boy. I don’t remember if this was the 7th or 8th grade. I don’t remember what we were [...]
At East Union (the Eagles) I had multiple teachers. I don’t necessarily remember any one of them. There was the health/PE teacher, Mr. Lawson, an old black man. The math teacher, Mr. Crissman, a young cutting edge kind of guy, though I did not have him. There were a few others. I was a mischievous [...]
Mrs. Price’s Raiders is what we called our basketball team. I was not a player on this team. It was for the more talented and popular guys. It was in the fifth or sixth grade that our classes were split into two classes. It was not the one group anymore. That was sad. Our class [...]
Mrs. Fletcher was my fifth grade teacher. I think her husband was a teacher in college. They seemed to be intelligent people. All of my teachers from 5th and below were quiet and seemingly old, except for Mrs. Secrest. Mrs. Fletcher was low-key and from what I remember was a very good teacher. The fifth [...]
Mrs. Secrest was my fourth grade teacher. I do not have much memory of this class. The biggest thing that I remember is that I had come in contact with poison oak or ivy at some point during the school year and it got all over my face. My face was really swollen. I was [...]
