Carolyn Dunwoody:  

Life My memories of home and high school are good. It was a kinder, and more gentle world. Mostly, I remember the tidal wave of '64 and the way our little town recovered. The summer after graduation, I worked for the redevelopment agency and saw first hand how the process was occurring. My idea of going away to school, was to attend UC Berkley, live in a student commune and learn about the world. My parents, on the other hand, sent me to a small, private Christian school with dress codes, curfews and high academic standards. My classwork at DNHS had not prepared me for the difficult curriculum I encountered, and the first few years were challenging for me. I remember Mrs. Whalen's classes in English and French as being the best prep I received for the university. I have never thanked her. . . maybe now is a good time. Merci, Doris Whalen for teaching me to love literature, latin roots and to smile often and laugh with students. I try to follow your example for the thirty-five years that I had the great joy of being in the classroom. I remember you, perched on your stool, bright and beautiful, but with dark circles under your eyes because you had spent hours reading and grading ou...Expand for more