Greg, I liked your story, we had similiar expierences. I had come from St.Kevin's.
I walked into Steve Stefani's home room class wearing Sunday-best, white starched shirt (minus the tie) sat down, folded my hands and bedlam unfolded around me.
Paper airplanes, spitballs and erasers were flying in all directions. The Rascals "A Beautiful Morning" was playing on his record player in the classroom. Mr. Lee walked by with his bow tie and typical scowl of disapproval.
Later that week Ray Stuccardo picked up Miss (Ms.Silverman?) Eisenberg's entire desk and chair (from the basement classroom) and placed it outside the giant opening windows into the window well. She said, "Ray, I need that desk to teach."
I remember thinking "I'm going to like this place!"
I Look forward to seeing everyone,
Kevin J. Bradley