Garret Bartley:  

CLASS OF 1976

Garret's Story

I went to the first night of the 2006 OLMC 50 year reunion. No one from my class was there. As I walked around I see a woman's name tag and I say, your sister beth cardarulo was in my class. She responds, Oh really? Well she's standing right over there. Needless to say my night got dramatically better. As for Beth, well you'll have to get her opinion on that. Actually we both had a fantastic time. It was an interesting night. The high point for me was when, in the middle of this room full of noise and people, me and Beth sit down at a table by ourselves and discuss our fellow classmates. And we were not prepared for what happened next. It got emotional, it was a moving experience in a good way. I did not realize how strong the bond I had to that place was until that very moment. It was something. Did anyone go to the second night of the reunion? I remember it was kind of a dangerous place. Especially in the early grades where you have teachers three times your size, who could slap you around at anytime for any reason. Or worse using a ruler on you leaving a welt and your hand swollen and a lil numb for the next 2 to 3 hours. And then any elder classmate could give you a beat down in the school yard at any time. But there was the compensation that one day you would be at the top of the food chain. You knew your time would come. I remember seeing a classmate get a beat down pretty bad and after I said lets go to the principal, but he was like no, its over, forget it. And I was like whats going on here, what kind of insanity and anarchy...Expand for more
reign here?-- As a guy, in the fourth grade you would move up to the big kids side of the school yard. And they played a game there where some underclassmen would be having a catch with a ball and the 8th graders would steal it and then the rest of the underclasses would try to get it back. If it was taken back the 8th graders would hunt it down, and rough anyone up who got in their way. Basically the greatest game ever invented. And sometimes the 8th graders would get creative and cute. Seven 8th graders would surround someone and say, Oh you want the ball? Why didn't you say so? Here it is, take it. Then shove it into the unfortunates hand and soundly learn him a lesson in the meaning of a little word I like to call respect.-- Once I was surrounded but hit with a stroke of genius. They shove the ball in my stomach and proceed to beat on me. I grab the ball trying to take it, and start shouting at the top of my lungs. I don't have the ball! I don't have the ball! The 8th grader holding the ball must think one of the other 8th graders is also holding it and lets go. They finally tire of having their fun and kick me away all laughing. But they start looking around for the ball. Then I pull it out with a gigantic smile. And I remember Jerry Dennison and Ricky Dorenkamp were sort of close and just started cracking up, but quickly call out Garret throw me the ball, because the 8th graders were still closest to me. Rick was in my class so I toss it to him and hes off like a jack rabbit and the chase was back on. But I did have a welt and a sore back for a week after, that victory did not come without a price.
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