School Story:
Started high school at 12 in 1952. No one should start high school until they are at least 14. Class of 56. Did okay I guess till Mom died in 54. Finished junior year, just barely. Got left back in 56 and 57 and finally quit in 58. I would have failed again anyway. Stupid, I know. Hind sight is always 20/20, ain't it???? I really don't remember much about school, except that I did not feel I fit in very well. Maybe I did, but it did not feel like it at the time. Anyway, best thing that ever happened to me was when I joined the Navy. It gave some structure to my life, and if I did not shape up, then I got disciplined. Rules were easy. Do good, get advanced. Do bad, get drop kicked. Easy....Not like school. Do good, get advaned. Do bad, only get left back.....Oh well. I remember Russel, Whitey, Ted, Diane, Liz, Annette, Theresa, Carol, Butch and Butch, Pinky, Bobbie and Jackie from California. I remember the skating parties from Old Bridge on Wednesdays, or was that Friday? I remember an Irma, who I was madly in love with on the school bus. That was before Diane.(I think). I remember the Boy Scout Troop that met in the South Old Bridge Volunteer Fire House. Troop 4?? Funny how a walk down memory lane jogs the old gray cells. The school is now some sort of muslim school thing. Too bad. If anybody has a school book from 55 or 56 and my picture is in it, let me know. I never did get a year book from any of my school years. More maybe later...Ron.....It occured to me as I was perusing the schoolmates list, that I might be mixing up the class of 56, which was my original class, with the classes of 57 and 58 which I cycled through. Forgive me if I forgot anyone....Ron.....
