John Stafford:
CLASS OF 1968
Blessed Sacrament SchoolClass of 1968
Baltimore, MD
Towson High SchoolClass of 1972
Towson, MD
John's Story
It's kind of cool touching back to our collective past. All of you who knew me would have a different perspective as to who I was, according to what stage of development our lives touched. and it is really interesting to see how everyone fared.
Grade school for us was different than it is for our children. We had a strong sense of community, many of our parents, like mine, having moved from the Irish 10th ward to the Waverly area. There were the O'Hares the Collisons the Gentrys the Barretts the Riordons The McGeadys the O'Neills and on and on. Of course there were people of other ancestry, but I seem to remember the Irish as being predominant.
I made the choice to rebel in school early on, even though it was difficult for one who surely meant well and could have done better. It was just that I felt very alenated, beginning with my own family, and decided not to even attempt to assimilate or succed.
I don't really dwell too much on the choices I have made, but remain resolutely optimistic about my future choices and outcomes.
So I was continually challenging authority figures, making my life much harder than...Expand for more
it needed to be, and masochistically inviting more and harder blows, just to try to find the threshold, which I never did.
The sisters at Blessed Sacrament sent me to the psychiatrists beginning in the third grade, and even at that age, I had a sense that it was they who probably use a few sessions on the couch. Through their abuse, they lost me at that point, and although they could force me to continue to go, they could not and would not force me to obey or conform, and the only thing I sought to do was disrupt their order and recruit as many as I could to help me in that effort.
The psychiatrists couldn't find anything wrong with me, and suggested that the problem was only that the sisters had never been a young boy before, and that's a quote.
I was expelled from that school in 1967 in the 7th grade, which was a banner year for rebellion, and I was sent into another school a new kid with a major attitude and things were not looking well for an intelligent good natured kid who was forced through life's cruelty to grow up too fast and harden his take on life too early.
first draft - to be proofread and continued
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