| Somehow I feel like I am restituting all the experiences I brought on others and myself during my partying days in high school. I am a teacher & administrator at an Alternative Charter School for troublemakers. My kids don't believe a darn word I tell them about my high school days and ya know, I even leave out the details. I'm teaching Spanish and Computer Tech. And whatever else the senior principal can get outta me. I do office work, Newsletters, Student counseling, recruiting "At-Risk" kids from the streets, paying bills, calming unreasonable students and not any easier parents. God, I wish I would've foreseen that I needed Spanish in my future work. I may have paid better attention to Ms. Zarnardo's lessons rather then her. And that mean ole Cuban teacher from Eisenhower. What was her name? Spanish is a chore. I am a technical writer in the arena of grants for nonprofits. I am a songwriter, author, and poet as a passion. I preach whenever called to do so, and am a public speaker at Crusades and Youth Explosions. However, taking time away from that currently to regroup and stand up again after a long hard road of divorce and a broken relationship. I am definately not afraid to talk about the crap I did as a kid, and share The Answer with our hungry hearted,confused, and goalless youth of the millennium. Sure wish someone would've done that with me! Oh yeah, He did. Mr. Frank Hill! Best darn teacher that ever crossed my path. My house is full of kids all the time and on Saturday mornings I have to labyrinth through the bodies all over the living room floor just to make it to the kitchen. If they don't pick up after themselves, I banish them to the front yard where a campground is set up complete with bon fire pit, sleeping facilities, and picnic tables. If they want warmth, they can chop the next blasted tree down. I am getting old darn it and quite frankly I don't feel like doing it as often anymore. Nah, I'm half kidding. I love to play with a chain saw after breakfast on Saturday's and tackle trees in the yard. I am the youngest Mother of all Seth's Pals and it just dawned on me that I get to enter my next season of life while ya'all are still changing poopie diapers, working PTA's, volunteering for class parties, and kissing boo booed elbows. I have 5 extra teenagers in my home, and often times take in a few "strays" here and there. Those who feel the need to have a Mom. The only deal is ... "You can stay" ... " if you go to school" "and, you have to LOVE IT" -- AND "You are not allowed to stink." (boys sure can smell up the place). I am a Massage Therapist and an aspiring nutritionist out of need. If I am not at work or writing on my pc, I am in the kitchen. International Cuisine is my forte' and traveling overseas is a turn on for me. I just may cut outta here when Seth runs off to college next year he is also juggling the idea of the armed forces. I haven't decided yet what I will do when he leaves. The thought kind of scares me. I also am using my little spare time now to work on this class of 83 web site -- trackin' all you people down for the cause of ... Well, you know, for the cause of appreciating and getting us all gathered up for our reunion. And get your pictures and your "Whatever happened to" essays written and sent in. My students get extra credit for making your update on life pages and including your pictures that you send. So lets get busy with this project. Now I'm outta breath. Yes, I did leave out a lot for your sake. Love and Light, Mary Mieres I have been going by the name Mary since 1985/86. You can call me Sherry, you can call me Mary, you can call me "Hey You" ... I'll answer ya. However, I prefer Mary. Thanks. |
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| A pic taken at last reunion night ~ at the Alumni Club in Algonquin, IL. .. That's me suckin my knuckle next to Val Nank waving and Betsy Jacobs in the front row next to me. Of Course, My Sister, Shelly is there smiling on the far right (class of 82) and Walt Zimmerman in the back ~ my pal to this day (class of 85) Karen Shanley in red and Jeni Olson waving behind Val ... and Maureen Kurley got me in a tender straglehold. :) Ain't friends for life .. Grand? |
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