Leonard Herman Intermediate School

this is the best middle school i could have possibly gone to, the people are amazing and come from diverse backgrounds. the best aspect was their track team and band were outstanding and award winning. as a student in the band we got scores higher than many high schools. they dont spend their money on extra stuff like campus and things, bc we did a whole lot of projects, and had a whole ton of trips that were very useful, including a trip to new york, dc with a tour to the cap building, several out of town occasions such as reno for a band competition, etc.

I HATE HATE HATE this campus and School.
I remember Block H. (that was sooo cool to be apart of back then)
I remember I used to come to school late frequently b/​c I lived 25 minutes away and my sister had to drive me. And the worst part of my day was the attendance lady, some FUCKN BITCH that made my mornings HELL!
She always sat at that square wooden table with that short blonde hair! She would always question my excuse and lecture me. ALWAYS!
There was a Starbucks nearby that my friends and I used to ditch lunch, and walk over the field, where there was open fencing and be back before the bell rang. we felt so mischievous.
P.E was pretty fun, mainly b/​c I remembered having some dude that had a crush on me, and I was always such a bitch to him b/​c he had ashy ass tanned legs and used to tie his jeans at the bottoms… so they don’t drag and I would see the rubber band marks. HAHA.
AND to this day, I still see grown guys still DO THAT, and I’m just shaking my head like… Wtf. really?
I had an unforgettable science teacher: Mr. Scates
I am sure many remember him. his writing was HORRENDOUS!
he was very intelligent in his profession of course, but a little ODD.
I hate the staff here!!! Food was ok, hot ham and cheese croissants, cream cheese with HOT CHEETOS! mmmmM

wow, where do i begin for this school… its the worst school you could ever send your students to. i went there back in 2004 – 2005, and. wow. the rule for their attendance is being in your seat when the bell rings, so, if the teacher doesn’t like you, they can send you to the office every single day, and make you have detention every single day, for both break and lunch, and have saturday school every single saturday. because you were «late». now, in the real working world. being inside of the office building, or your place of work, when you are supposed to be there is NOT considered late, so why they teach this to this extreme is beyond me. i STILL have major anxiety because of MS. SETZLER. i’m not afraid to give her name, because what she did to me for both years i was there was so unreal, and the vice principle just encouraged her.
every single day i would walk into class, and since my desk was towards the back of the class the bell would ring as i was still standing. i would be sent to the office for being late, and by the time i got there it would be 2 – 3 minutes after the bell rang. so i would get another detention for break and lunch, and another saturday school. it eventually got to the point where they took away being able to go on the great america trip, and they tried to pull me out of the graduation ceremony. i had fellow students asking me why ms. setzler hated me so much, and i couldn’t to this day give you a reason. i wasn’t a bad child, yeah, i wasn’t perfect, but i never did anything to harm anyone, the worst thing i would do was get distracted during class (i have ADHD, what do you expect). i used to come home from school every single day in tears because of her. i was calling out for help and i never got any. the only teacher that really saved me was Mrs. Karnes. she was a great teacher, she emphasized with me when i was upset. by the end of 8^th grade i was a mess. ever since i have left that school i have gotten panic attacks when i’m running late for anything. THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU PIECE OF SHIT MS. SETZLER.
she has since retired, thankfully. but when i have kids, they will never go to that school. i hope they shut down that school. no student should have to deal with that.

Let’s keep things short: it sucks. My son went there when he was in 6^th grade for 8^th grade math and what he saw was horrible. Bad maintenance, subpar classrooms… you name it.

Go Patriots! Good old Leonard Herman Intermediate School! Why is it called an intermediate school instead of a middle school? Is it because they have only 7^th and 8^th grades? Why is it not called a junior high school? Why do some elementary schools have K-​5 and others K-​6? Why do some junior high schools have 6 – 8 and some 7 – 8? I suppose I’ll never know because I won’t bother to look it up.
But I digress. I seem to recall some fond memories from Herman. I remember Mr. Knight’s Social Studies class and those incredible group projects we used to do. What was it called? Inter-​something? Act-​something? Oh dear, I cannot remember! Mr. Knight was The Arbiter and each student in the group had a title and function to carry out. We had multiple assignments during the project. There was a 4-​page hand-​out with problems and puzzles on it that we had to work together to complete. That was the best!
I remember Mr. McFadden, my Language Arts teacher, would give us a list of vocabulary words each week. Our assignment was to create a crossword puzzle with each week’s words. By junior high, my handwriting was perfected into the neatest, cleanest, most legible writing short of a typewriter. Therefore, my crossword puzzle was chosen to be the weekly vocabulary quiz several times. Whenever we had a substitute teacher, my crossword puzzle was chosen because it was the nicest looking one. And the student who made the chosen puzzle was exempt from taking the quiz!
I remember being the top seller of magazines and getting to ride in a stretch limo out to lunch at the Fairmont Hotel Fountain Restaurant. I remember being amazed that there was a telephone inside the limo. Hey, this was in the 1980s, people! Junior high kids didn’t have cell phones back then!
I remember the awesome light and dark blue PE outfits and the girl who stole my watch in the locker room. (Hmm, the second part’s not such a fond memory.) I remember when all of the classroom doors were painted from rusty orange to blue. Or was it the other way around?
Hey, who knew I had so many fond memories of Herman?! Ah, the good old days!