May 31, 2011
Ten-Word Tuesday – The Remembering Edition
Did you ever have one of those cherished moments when you hang out with a dear friend you went to Junior High School and High School with but haven’t seen in a very long time and she’s with her daughter which is significant because her daughter is the age you were when you used to hang out every day in the lunch room laughing until you cracked wide open?
Well that’s a coincidence! Because something like that happened to Bossy this past weekend.

Bossy and her friend Lauren met in 7th grade at Masterman Junior High in Philadelphia. Meet Masterman:
Bless its heart, Bossy’s doesn’t remember those trees. Mostly because the majority of time Masterman looked like this:
Masterman is a public magnet school, even though Bossy spelled it magnate until three seconds ago when she had a run-in with an online dictionary.
Heading up Masterman was a very, very, wrapped in extra very old man named Dr. Melvin K. McMaster:
And while we’re on the subject of yearbook photos, this was Bossy and her friend Lauren:
Masterman was a very special place where the diverse student body got along and girl meanness wasn’t on the roster. Maybe this was because everyone had to take two subways to school, uphill, rendering everyone too exhausted to argue.
In fact, the only thing that wasn’t happy about this inner city utopia was inner city gym class:
Bossy can sum up her public school experience in this way: Diversity shaped every part of the person Bossy would become.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you share something about your school experience?
And be sure to check back later today for the best school experiences on the web.

































Hanging with friends and smoking behind the school. Shocked, yes?
I was “mean girled” in seventh grade, changed me forever.
Followed the little rules, broke the big ones, never caught.
Thought things would always be as funny as lunch time.
got along with everyone – played cards continuously – school was fun!
Oh how I longed for diversity at school….and bigger boobs. Got the boobs (finally).
100 kids, kindergarten-eighth, walk to school, more like family.
I never quite fit in – I was the diversity!
WASPy school across street from CIA HQ. High all day.
Mean girls suck – wouldn’t go back for worlds of riches.
…”Wouldn’t go back if my life depended on it. Period.”
…Blessings…
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Split sessions grades seven and eight. Supper at school, weird.
I had so many ‘other’ things going on in my life that school was my saving grace. I loved going to school, loved most of the people and was nowhere near the popular crowd but never offended anyone, was semi-friends with everyone, good friends with a few and was mostly my own person. It was a good stepping stone for me. It is (mostly) remembered fondly.
It was a cherished time before firearms and practiced lockdowns.
My late dad went to Masterman; thanks for the memories.
Maybe my memory subscribes to revisionist history but I, too, don’t remember pervasive meanness in school during the 70’s and 80’s. I DO remember a few fights, but not widespread bullying. I’ve taught high school for 13 years, and the campaign against bullying – both cyber and the traditional live-in-person-wedgying-type – seems to be slowly impacting the way kids communicate and self-mediate.
I went to Catholic school. Trying to block it out.
Catholic Girls’ High School – miraculously, no one was (very) mean.
Couldn’t see the board-had to get glasses much misery
Twelve years growing up with most of my 63-student class. (Forgot about the ten-word rule in my first post!)
I didn’t do half the work my kids had to.
1970’s. “Open classroom concept” school. Not much learning going on.
Elementary school and high school were both burned down. Arson.
I was a nerd but that was fine with me.
I partied like it was 1969…oh wait–it was.
Learned so much about diversity and tolerance — lessons for life.
School? Awful! Zero diversity at mine — highly valued ever since.
Book worm. Band geek. Somewhat popular despite who I was.
Oh, and gym class? Uniforms, pinnies and (!) “posture pictures” <-(unclothed!!!)
Bonus words required: All girls school.
Additional bonus words: But still!! (Scarred for life!!!!!)
ditto #27. little diversity(Indiana). now highly valued. big basketball.
Hated so much, would have quit if parents had allowed..
Attended Christian, Public, Private, and Quaker schools. Never got easier.
There was a good reason my classmates called me Granny.
Great post!!
Thank goodness it is over. That is all. Done, yet?
Fancy private school prepared me little to teach public school.
Loved school and laughed a lot — but thirteen really sucked.
High school years — mom with cancer chaperoned everything: my hero.
My prom date came out to me — at the prom.
One of Bossy’s best posts — introspective, funny: made me think!
Small town, same kids always. No social skills come college.
(@Liz in Virginia – mine too!!!)
Art, music, literature. Fingers crossed my kid gets that exposure.
Zero diversity. Small town Nebraska. 120 kids K-12. Loved it!
Felt belonging, miraculously, for first time and despite feathered hair.
Love Bossy; love Bossy’s council. On-line soul sisters: fabulous!
Highschool, backalley, pot, cigs, MN magnet, Classmate Prince. Oh yea.
Chicago , English speaking- yet most didn’t, made me less tolerant ….
6 foot tall in 8th grade, subject to unrelenting taunting.
Gym uniforms – jersey material. Blue/White stripe on top (horizontally),solid blue on bottom. One piece nightmare!
Black jr high, white high, abject fear then fresh air
Paddled for throwing spit wads accidently hitting teacher. Ooops. (1969)
Catholic grade school, bullies, meanness, but a few good friends.
Student Council overthrown, teacher strike, Black Panthers attack, 1968-71
How could girl scout troop friends make me the joke?
Hey Bossy! Hey Lauren! I love when this blog and my life intersect
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“Too short for Junior year” ?!? …teacher called office “to confirm”