Comments on: If These Halls Could Talk http://www.reschoolyourself.com/if-these-halls-could-talk Reliving my schooling. Rebooting my life. Fri, 18 May 2012 11:35:38 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 By: Melia http://www.reschoolyourself.com/if-these-halls-could-talk#comment-7112 Melia Wed, 17 Jun 2009 03:07:58 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1350#comment-7112 Alicia, I'm just coming back to this post and laughed at the thought of a Mr. Marcoux doppelganger. I can't believe he retired this year, and I'm so glad I got to see him before that. He's such a character. I don't remember our getting white boards, and I'm surprised that he took to them so easily. After all, he still swore by a slide rule over a calculator -- remember that? Alicia, I’m just coming back to this post and laughed at the thought of a Mr. Marcoux doppelganger. I can’t believe he retired this year, and I’m so glad I got to see him before that. He’s such a character. I don’t remember our getting white boards, and I’m surprised that he took to them so easily. After all, he still swore by a slide rule over a calculator — remember that?

]]> By: Melia http://www.reschoolyourself.com/if-these-halls-could-talk#comment-1204 Melia Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:19:32 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1350#comment-1204 Darren's response to my mention of overly intelligent white boards: http://www.theonion.com/content/video/voting_machines_elect_one_of Darren’s response to my mention of overly intelligent white boards:

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]]> By: Alicia C. http://www.reschoolyourself.com/if-these-halls-could-talk#comment-1179 Alicia C. Fri, 07 Nov 2008 19:59:13 +0000 http://www.reschoolyourself.com/?p=1350#comment-1179 Yay! Our first Senior prank!!! I remember how we all had to take care to duck as we passed the windows on the doors so that Mr. G and Mr. Marcoux didn't have a clue what was going on. I don't remember how Mr. G ended up realizing something was going on in the hallway. Mr. Marcoux definitely had a look of amusement on his face even though he too was concerned about the fire hazard. I didn't get to the reunion breakfast and tour (obviously) and haven't been to the high school since I-don't-know-when but I have driven by a few times. Driving by the front floods me with memories of Senior Hall, the spot in the front of the school where I spent lunches with you, Katie, and Ophelia when she first transferred, the now nonexistent grassy spot under the trees between the upper and lower parking lots where I regularly ate lunch Senior year, and for some reason I have some weird memory of Michael Benedetti regularly blaring REM's "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?" on his car stereo after school. A few weeks ago my mom and I drove past the back of the school as well on our way to a studio during ARTrails and I pointed out to her the parking space that was mine Senior year. She couldn't have cared less. Noticing that most of the foliage was missing from the back of property, I remembered that more than a few people used to sneak out the back door to smoke or make-out. ... Do you remember how it was a BIG deal when we finally got the new white dry erase boards? Mr. Marcoux was so thrilled for the first few days because he could use different colors to graph with and the markers sometimes squeaked. I even remember him showing off how cleanly the erasers erased! By the way, his rules about folding the paper EXACTLY in half and having the EXACT right size paper were not unique to him... Sandra Del Grande and I were in a math class together at the JC one semester and the teacher had the same rules! Sandra (who sat in front of me) turned around one day and said, "Doesn't he remind you of Mr. Marcoux some times?" It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. It was sooooo true! Yay! Our first Senior prank!!! I remember how we all had to take care to duck as we passed the windows on the doors so that Mr. G and Mr. Marcoux didn’t have a clue what was going on. I don’t remember how Mr. G ended up realizing something was going on in the hallway. Mr. Marcoux definitely had a look of amusement on his face even though he too was concerned about the fire hazard.

I didn’t get to the reunion breakfast and tour (obviously) and haven’t been to the high school since I-don’t-know-when but I have driven by a few times. Driving by the front floods me with memories of Senior Hall, the spot in the front of the school where I spent lunches with you, Katie, and Ophelia when she first transferred, the now nonexistent grassy spot under the trees between the upper and lower parking lots where I regularly ate lunch Senior year, and for some reason I have some weird memory of Michael Benedetti regularly blaring REM’s “What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?” on his car stereo after school. A few weeks ago my mom and I drove past the back of the school as well on our way to a studio during ARTrails and I pointed out to her the parking space that was mine Senior year. She couldn’t have cared less. Noticing that most of the foliage was missing from the back of property, I remembered that more than a few people used to sneak out the back door to smoke or make-out.

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Do you remember how it was a BIG deal when we finally got the new white dry erase boards? Mr. Marcoux was so thrilled for the first few days because he could use different colors to graph with and the markers sometimes squeaked. I even remember him showing off how cleanly the erasers erased! By the way, his rules about folding the paper EXACTLY in half and having the EXACT right size paper were not unique to him… Sandra Del Grande and I were in a math class together at the JC one semester and the teacher had the same rules! Sandra (who sat in front of me) turned around one day and said, “Doesn’t he remind you of Mr. Marcoux some times?” It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. It was sooooo true!

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