St Laurence High School

Gorman, Lynch, Rezek, Fowler, (f)Hynes, (m)Hynes, Br Mahoney, Mr Scott
Some of the greatest teachers I have ever had the honor to be graced by their methods. Fortunately, I had them over a four year period and took them for other classes.
Sadly, most have moved on and retired– Gorman, Lynch — others I’ve lost contact with– the rest– but their legacy lives on. Walk down the E wing and you can see Lynch’s closet where he smoked three cigs during our testing sessions. Or the indentation on the lockers from Gorman’s golf club. Or you can hear Freyer say ‘c’mere sonnnnn’ six times so he can yell at you about your polo not being tucked in.
Or the obnoxious smell and piss poor lighting of the Dwing.
Or the overly bright C wing which had Fowler deal from the deck. Subconsciously, I believe that’s why I like playing cards so much… because I got called on so many fucking times in his class especially when I was day dreaming about being in Gorman’s class instead of Trig.
B wing had Br. Mahoney who is the undisputed lightweight champ of the brothers.
Mr Scott had such great enthusiasm for StL that it was a shock to me that I had heard he left. His legacy is one of playing an active role in the community– find a program that he didn’t help think of or handle.
In 02 the administration decided to erect a moto above the student entrance/​exit– Leave as a Leader. I thought it was a bullshit moto… leave as a leader ha! But it didn’t dawn on me until I was away for quite awhile and swung in for a visit to see if Gorman was around.
I came in as a boy in 98 with a wickedly bad pubic-​y mustache and left in 02 as a man… a grizzled man, but a grizzly leader.