High school lessons extend far beyond the classroom

I went from a relatively small 8th grade class—I graduated from St. Patrick School along with forty other kids—to a sea of ​​humanity. No joke. My graduating class was the largest in the school’s history: over 500 children. The exact number has been questioned, but it ranges from 513 to 525. Either way, that’s a lot of kids.

But while the class of 1979 holds the record for most children in a graduating class, it should be noted that during the three years prior and three years after our graduation, each class had approximately 500 children. I may have just passed Algebra, but I know basic math and that’s the equivalent of 2,000 kids a year in that building in the 1970s.

Yes.

So when we go from a manageable 41 children in a class at St. Pat’s to more than 500, it’s a wonder any of us have found our way – figuratively and not literally. It was impossible to get lost in Kenrick – there were four choices: up, down, left or right. There’s nothing confusing about that building. The only thing kids never found was the pool (yes, it didn’t exist, not even on the 4th floor).

Finding your way in high school meant one thing: finding friends and finding your place in that community. Focusing on those kids who “get you,” who understand you and see past your mistakes, quirky habits, and emotional rollercoaster rides, has gotten me further in life than any B on an algebra test (which for me by the way, that didn’t happen). I’m proud that the friends I really bonded with in high school are still a big part of my life today. So when it comes to my impending high school reunion (details below), I’m going with Sue Mig (and Cathy Stone, if we can get her out of her home base of Canada, and maybe even Susan Woodie, even though she’s a years old). younger and didn’t graduate from our school), but that’s not who I’ll be spending my time with at the reunion.

The “perimeter” players in my Kenrick career – the kids I had lessons with (ironically, most of my best friends were honor society material, so not at my academic level), the girls on my basketball and softball teams , the kids at my lunch table, and my homeroom friends.

These are people I spent my time with at Kenrick – who I didn’t interact with socially – but who have continued to touch and influence my life. People like the aforementioned Frances Coady, who probably doesn’t even remember giving me the French answers. But I have never forgotten her kindness and generosity.

My basketball teammates who showed up for my brother’s funeral over Christmas break and stood across from me at the cemetery. My coach Lois Lorenz Weber wasn’t there – didn’t even talk to me about my brother’s death – not even “I’m sorry for your loss.” But my teammates made sure to hug me and even found a way to make me smile during a bus trip to a holiday tournament in Phoenixville. Thank you Lisa Thornbury for your hilarious rendition of ‘The Christmas Song’. Compassion and laughter can mean a lot to someone who is grieving.

Chris Falcone and I discovered a shared love of doing crossword puzzles during our fifth period lunch. I can’t remember why we did that, but we did. And in doing so, I learned the importance of relying on friends when answers are elusive.

Brian Rafferty, who always asked me every morning after every softball game, “How much?” He didn’t ask how many hits I got – no – he asked how many times I hit. Fastpitch hitting was not my strong suit. But that simple question helped me see how important it is not to take things too seriously, no matter how frustrating. After all, I was second in the lineup: I knew Lisa Schmidt and Gina Walker (clearance) would send leadoff hitter Paula Kurkowski home.

Kevin Joseph Lawler greeted me in class every day with a kind word and a bright smile. Being around Kevin has taught me the grace of acceptance, and how a kind smile from a pure soul can soften the roughness of a bad day. He may have taught me the lesson I would need most in my adult life.

Maybe I missed the magic of algebra and only mastered one sentence in French (Je ne sais pas: I don’t know), but make no mistake: I learned a lot from Kenrick. But the biggest lesson? I learned early on to surround myself with good people and to rely on those people when needed. I learned that there was power in exposing my weaknesses. And I’ve learned that just being nice to people goes a long way toward making good things happen.

The Bishop Kenrick High School Class of 1979 reunion will take place on November 30, 2024 at the Maenner-Chor Club, 920 Haws Avenue, Norristown, from 4:00 PM to 8:00 PM. The cost is only $20 ($25 at the door); cash bar and refreshments, and there will be a food truck on site. VENMO @ Maria-Smeykal 7076 or
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