Christopher Hurlburt:
CLASS OF 1989
Lumen Christi High SchoolClass of 1989
Jackson, MI
Eastern Michigan UniversityClass of 1994
Ypsilanti, MI
Jackson Catholic Middle SchoolClass of 1985
Jackson, MI
Saint John the Evangelist SchoolClass of 1983
Jackson, MI
Our Lady of Fatima SchoolClass of 1983
Michigan center, MI
Christopher's Story
Life
For the past three decades, the constant in my life has been Jackson. The birthplace of the Republican party. Born in Indiana, I was dragged - kicking and screaming (I was only 2, I was allowed to throw a tantrum) - to this place nestled in the palm of the mitten-shaped state of Michigan. Raised in Jackson. Schooled in Jackson. And now I work in Jackson. I have no life, but if I did, that too would be in Jackson. This town is my home. The signs at the city limits read Âwe like it hereÂ. There are days when I would count myself in that number, and still others when I would not.
School
School for me, like most people my age I suppose, began with Kindergarten. None of this pre-school and day-care hooey they have nowadays. Anyway, for my first two years, I went to Our Lady of Fatima, which is where my Mother taught. There is nothing like having your Mother as your First Grade teacher! Perhaps because of that, or other reasons, my parents, in their infinite wisdom, decided to transfer me to St. JohnÂs for Second Grade.
St. JohnÂs was great of course  well, better than Âthe F-word anyway  but IÂm just now beginning to realize the trauma of being an outsider when youÂre seven years old. Friendships were forged at St. JohnÂs in First Grade, so being the new kid in 2nd didnÂt help matters. But it explains a lot. I still quite havenÂt figured out why I was so dehumanized and humiliated in Fifth Grade, but it just doesnÂt matter. Somehow, I survived.
IÂm not really going to even bother to talk about JCMS. Those were truly the two worst years of my life. IÂm still trying to figure out why I quit playing football after 7th grade. I assure you, it wasnÂt because I cost us a two-point conversion in the Western game. It wasnÂt my fault! Okay, so maybe it sort of was. But being a Raider wasnÂt horrible all the time. Some of my shenanigans still manage to bring a smile to my face. Does anyone want to buy a Michigan Week button so they can wear blue jeans? Only 10 cents! It was definitely worth getting kicked out of Religion class for that.
And that brings us to high school. To this day, as difficult as times were back then, I am proud to be a Christi Critter! Even though, in many respects, high school was just four more years of the fiasco that was middle school, IÂll never forget, and truly believe, the words that Father Rieden spoke to me on Graduation night when he said, ÂyouÂre lucky to be here. Walking away from a car crash the night before, yes I was lucky....Expand for more
Managing to graduate without taking my studies as seriously as I should have, yes I was lucky. But the greatest stroke of luck was everything that I learned at LCHS. ItÂs more than just learning how to put on a necktie, memorizing mathematical equations, or picking up a life lesson or two from any one of a number of all those damn assemblies. Even if we donÂt realize it, those 4 years mold us into the human beings we will be for the rest of our lives. I am a better man for having attended Lumen Christi, thereÂs no doubt about it.
College
Christ Almighty! Where do I begin? Well, letÂs start with Freshman year I suppose, which was at Spring Arbor College. Big mistake. I mean, it wasnÂt terrible, but it also wasnÂt Catholic. I still remember my exit interview. I was asked why I was leaving. I said religious differences. They had the audacity, the unmitigated gall, to presume that I felt out of place. Well, I wasnÂt. I knew I belonged. But the rest of them were just a little bit too ÂChristian for me. Wow, did I get ahead of myself or what? An entire year in a few short sentences. Oh well. ThatÂs how long I lasted at SAC before I had to get away and find some sanity. The best part about SAC was that I ceased being a total reject, and found that I had the ability to make a lot of friends, and had an amazing sense of humor.
On to Sophomore year. What a disaster! Transferred to Eastern Michigan, which is where my folks had gone to school. IÂm sure that it was a better place when they went there. I began skipping classes the first week I was there. Alcohol and Drugs were just far too appealing to pass up. I think I spent an entire semester in an intoxicated haze.
Enter my saving grace. JCC. Should have went there to begin with. But did I listen to my Mother when I was a Senior in high school? Hell no! Dumb ass. Anyway, I spent a year at JCC getting my life back together, and I did a pretty good job of it too, being that I was on the DeanÂs List for most of my stay. Okay, fine, it doesnÂt take a genius to get on the DeanÂs List at a community college.
I went back to EMU to finish things up. Another huge mistake! EMU changed the Huron nickname to eagles when I was at JCC. So, since EMU wasnÂt the type of learning environment that fostered a belief in the values of the Bill of Rights, I decided to change majors and get the hell out of there as fast as I could. You see, I had always planned to become a teacher. Well, now IÂm a civil rights attorney. Go figure!
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