Frost Jr High School

Oh God– the worst years of any kid’s life– Jr High!
It’s hard to give any Jr. High a good review, since it’s such a terrible time for most kids. I tried to put much of those years out of my memory, but there are a couple things about Frost that really did stand out for me I’ll recount:
My teachers were decent enough– Mr. Catalano was my science teacher– he really rooted for me when I aced my HS entrance exams and got into the accelerated track. On the flip-​side was Ms. Costansa, my English teacher, she actually fought to keep me out of the accelerated HS English track because of my misbehavior. Somehow she couldn’t see that my misbehavior was largely due to boredom from being unchallenged by her criculum– duh? Oh well, at least in HS English I got to hang out with normal kids instead of the AP geeks.
Gym class. OMG, Mr. Steger was notorious– every boy in the 5−6^th grade feared entering Jr. High because of this guy’s reputation for embarrassing and harassing the boys in the locker room. I never had to jump naked for my towel myself, but the dude was huge and scary and he got pretty mean when other kids acted up. Not a really good deal if you ask me. I’m sure he’s long gone now, but that’s how it was in the 80s.
French class. I had the best French teacher ever– she was this totally cool, cosmopolitan, artsy lady. She really cared about us learning the language and the culture, and took us all to the Creperie in Chicago. Mlle Doyle was the best.
Math– both my Pre Algebra and Algebra teachers were really good. The kids in these classes were ahead of the other kids in Math and we were taught that way– nice to have reasonably tough expectations placed on our progress.
So Frost was just OK, there were some really nice teachers, some were pricks, some good experiences, and some pretty bad. I booked lots of geeky kids in the hallway and got away with it. I suppose that experience typified my whole experience here: not really good, but not really bad either– 3 stars.