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From Gary Seeburger Donna, Ken, Patty, & I are all in French class in 10th grade one afternoon. I am kind of in the back of the class and Miss Lewis yells at me to move to the front of the class because I was talking. I tell her I wasn't talking, but she says I was and makes me move. So I move up and when i sit down I say to her ok but I still wasn't talking. And all of a sudden she starts slapping me in the head. I put my hand up to block her slaps, just a reflex action, and my hand glances off her face. So she sends me to Mr. Harr's office. I tell him what happened, and he calls the classroom. Donna and Patty come down and tell Harr that I hit her. He throws me against the wall and tells me to get out of school, and he doesn't know for how long. So I take off, and go into hiding, cause when my father finds me it ain't going to be pretty. And this is Friday so when he gets me I'm gonna be stuck with him in the house all weekend. So to make a long story short, after many phone calls he agrees not to beat the shit out of me and Ken drives me home. So Monday we have a meeting with Harr, and Miss Lewis comes in and admits I did not hit her on purpose and Harr then has to apologize to me for throwing me against the wall. That’s it, now do you remember Patty??
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From Cindi Muhlrad Fabricant
I remember being sent to the office for wearing my skirts too short. I remember the way we "measured" them was by standing up and holding our arms to the side against our thighs and if our fingers fell below the bottom of the skirt, they were too long!!! At least we didn't wear thongs back then!!! Calm down boys!!! LOL!!!
I also remember going out to a party with Beth Roseman one night. She came to pick me up and I came downstairs in some really short little number. My Dad, who is the sweetest man on the face of this earth, looked at me in bewilderment and said, "Where do you think you're going in that?" Just by his look I knew I'd better go upstairs to change. I did, but I stuck my "short little number" in my pocketbook and left with Beth and changed back into it in her car!!! That was probably the worst thing I ever did!!! Years later I told my Mom & Dad and they couldn't believe it 'cause I was always such a good girl!!! They laughed their tushies off!!! LOL!!!
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From Gary Seeburger
The boys in jr high had the golf ball test...remember?? if the golf ball did not drop out onto the floor when inserted at the waist...pants were to tight. |
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From Paul Bauerlein
" Between '69 and '71 we had a great band/orchestra led by Mr. Miller . This guy was amazing, really dedicated and driven . He acually had us produce a record 'Upper Dublin Highs School Band' which contained a version of the '1812 Overture' . We practiced that piece for weeks on end, he drove us without mercy. The target performance was a public band recital I believe over the holiday season and took place in the auditorium one evening. It was during this performance that the recording was captured which was used to create the record. I wonder if anyone still has that record. I played clarinet in the orchestra along with Ron Mouisette. The '1812 Overture' is a fairly lengthly piece and took almost a half hour to complete. During the piece there are several 10 minute or so stretches where no clarinets are written and we sat silent. During one of these stretches Ron and I decided we were going to sneak out for 5 minutes and go raid the ice cream freezer in the cafeteria, which we did. We made it back just in time for the final 5 minute blast during the piece in which all the instruments play. There we were stuffing down ice cream sandwiches and playing our clarinets at the same time, fouling the reeds with ice cream and laughing our butts off. The final sequence of the piece involves all of the drum section blasting away, especially the bass drum which Mark Wilmore was handling. During the madness he sliced his thumb on one hit and it bled profusely all over the drum and the floor and he would not quit. . . . boom - boom - boom . I will never forget those final moments, the UD band recording their first album, the audience in thunderous appluase, the overhead lights blasting heat, Mr. Miller shaking that baton in time with the music and making those beaming faces at us with his intense beady eyes wildly moving around, while we choked on ice cream sandwiches watching blood spraying all over the drum section. "
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From Brad Curry
I remember the day in Chemistry when Kim Lierer, who sat next to me, was sleeping in Scwering' class, as he usually did. Schwering, who was a track official, I think, had his starting pistol in the pocket of his white lab coat...
He calmly droned on in his uninspired tone while he took the pistol out of his pocket and fired it...Kim awoke abrubtly, but never flinched, not giving Schwering any satisfaction...it was a beautiful thing to see....
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