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Grant Jr. High
Your Stories
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Many of us have more than one memory of Grant Jr. High, and/or it may be larger than what can be fitted to the
guest sign in book. Send your stories to[email protected] for posting here. (We
reserve the right to reject any story, for any reason.)
Your story can be on any subject at all; the first day, Frontier Park, John's lovely long auburn hair (oh, ahem,
sorry), "Oliver!", "Godspell", Bronco Spirit Day the very first time they went to the
Super Bowl, Mr. Elliot's cookie pounding, Mr. Lane's humorous antics in the classroom, anything at all.
Title: "The Second Day"
From: Cynthia Wiebe Sulaiman
The first day was "seventh grade only day". Eighth and ninth would have their first day the next day
and we would all be together for the first time on the the third day.
Lisa and I had taken RTD up Downing, gotten off and walked to school. It was the first day and we were now in
Jr. High, we were on top of the world. It was such a momentous occasion that I spent days picking out what I would
wear for my first day at Grant. (And I still remember what I wore).
As we walked up the stairs to the front door we saw and spoke with our friends from Asbury Elementary and by
the day's end were making new friends from other elementaries. It was all "Wonder Years" type of experience.
The day ended and we went home to enjoy the last day off for a while, the next day was for the 8th and 9th graders.
Our second day at Grant (the third day of the new school year) began much like the first. Lisa and I took RTD,
we began walking to Grant chatting about this and that, and all the things important to a seventh grader. When
were mid-way on the last block before crossing Washington and entering school grounds, we froze and terror washed
through our faces.
There before us, sitting on every step, occupying every free space, were the 8th and 9th graders. There were
many more than we expected, or even thought possible, and they were all bigger than we were. At that very moment
Lisa and I understood that we were no longer the big fish in a small pond, as we had been as 6th graders in Asbury.
We were now back to being guppies surrounded by awfully big fish.
We looked at each other and one of us asked "Do we really want to do this?". The other responded,
"Oh, my God they're so big. I want to go home." With our mouths dry and stress level rising, we knew
we had to press ahead. We walked across Washington with a sense of foreboding. As our foot was raised and in stride,
would be placed on school grounds, we felt much like the condemned reaching the point of no return.
From: Sherri Ridenour Gaede
Like with the rest of you. The first day of school (with both 8th and 9th graders) was very intimidating. However,
with the help of the friends I had at Asbury and Thatcher I managed to survive. The one thing I remember on the
first day when they called out my name. It seemed that every teacher I had had one of my older siblings in their
class. By the end of the day I got real tried of hearing aren't you related to so and so.
Those years were very trying for me but with the help of some very special teachers and friends things worked out
well for me. Bless my little sole I just couldn't seem to stay out of trouble though. Poor Ms. Fry and I ended
up knowing each other well along with the rest of the office staff. Oh and I can't forget Cathy Cline our secruity
guard she also got to know we well (bless her heart).
So I just want to take this time to say THANK YOU to all who worked so hard to help me. It worked and I will never
forget you.
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