Mark-Ameen Johnson:  

Greetings! ///// Hmmmmm. All life stories are chaos. I would like to write something that makes sense here, but classmates.com does not allow paragraphs, and I don't want to add further chaos to chaos. Soooooo... I will use five vertical lines as a paragraph break. ///// Let's start again... ///// Greetings! ///// I never thought I would join one of these reunion sites... What has gotten into me? Am I becoming sentimental in my old, uh, middle age? ///// Right on both counts. Age and sentimentality. ///// Let's start with sentimentality. P.S. 104... My fondest memory remains the day half the 7th grade hid in Mr. Gleason's wardrobe for the bulk of his science lesson, then spontaneously burst out laughing, opened the doors, and marched to their seats as if hiding in the wardrobe were simply the most natural thing in the world. That expression of total shock on his face...! I still smirk thinking about it. ///// My best Murrow High School memories? Being in the shows, of course. I can still remember those wonderful bloopers while rehearsing You Can't Take It With You, Fiorello!, Little Mary Sunshine, and our other productions. Let's see... Jaimie's foot got caught in the scrim and he started to go up with it, "Fiorello" could not get the door to open and came in through the window legs first during the scene in which he learns his wife has died, Zandra's hair 'exploded' when her rubber band snapped, we 'FBI agents' used wet paint rollers when we could not find our guns... Oy vey! ///// Speaking of oy veys... I know I was sometimes rude, obnoxious or dismissive when I was in P.S. 104 and Murrow, so please... If y...Expand for more