John Wachtstetter:
CLASS OF 1968
Brown County High SchoolClass of 1968
Nashville, IN
Control Data InstituteClass of 1978
Southfield, MI
Franklin Central High SchoolClass of 1968
Indianapolis, IN
Chartrand High SchoolClass of 1968
Indianapolis, IN
Nativity SchoolClass of 1964
Indianapolis, IN
John's Story
Life
I WAS BORN. I LIVED...THEN THINGS WENT SOUTH..ACTUALLY WE MOVED. I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT WHEN I STARTED HIGH SCHOOL IN HICKSVILLE THAT I WOULD FIND
WHAT EVERYBODY WANTS. GOOD FRIENDS,GOOD
TIMES AND A SCHOOL THAT PEOPLE WANTED TO ATTEND. I NEVER WANTED TO LEAVE AND IN MY HEART I NEVER DID. AFTER SCHOOL I WENT INTO THE MARINES,NO FULL METAL JACKET EXPERIENCE IT WAS MORE LIKE SCHOOL. I MET A LOT OF NICE PEOPLE,FELL IN LIKE MORE THAN ONCE. GOT OUT,GOT MARRIED SOON AFTER.SETTLED DOWN(20 YRS LATER). WORKED AS COMPUTER TECH(13YRS) DELIVERED PIZZA(2YRS)NOW IM A MAILMAN(since '95)MY WIFE GRADUATED FROM T.C. WILLIAMS HS IN 72(REMEMBER THE TITANS) WE LIVE IN POLAND,IN(NEAR SPENCER)
School
TV dinners by the pool. I'm so glad I finished school.
Let me take a minute to say who I am. Let me take a minute to sell you my plan. If it doesn't show, think you better know, I'm another person.
Well, back when I was goin to skool
I never lirned a thang. All I did was daydream,waitin for the bell to ring. I had a certin teachur,I always tried to impress her. When she stood up in the classroom, I would mentally undress her. Then one day I decided, I would write a little letter. She said the spellin was a masterpiece, the punctuation could be better.
I understood wot she was sayin.I got the gist of the sentiment.
she said"I don't mean to be degrading,but here's the way that it shoulda went:"
I love you-period
Do you love me-question mark
Please,please-exclamation point
I want to hold you-in parentheses
When I think back on all the kraap
I learned in high school,it's a wonder I can think at all.
But my lack of education hasn't hurt me none.I can read the writing on the wall.
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Workplace
It was a cold December day. Snow was 6 inches if it was a foot. I trudged along shifting the mail bag on my shoulder. It was cold. I wanted to go home but...the mail must go thru. The wind howled, Jack Frost did a dance on my head, but still I battled on. Then I saw... her. She was standing a little off to the left as I slogged on,plowing the snow with my frozen feet. As I came up to her she looked up with longing in her emerald eyes and said "Is there any mail today? I've been waiting forever for some,any. Just so I can feel a part of the living in this season of joy." I reached into my mailbag and pulled out a.....holiday circular for Lowe's Hardware. I handed it to her and watched the joy spread across her frozen face. I walked away whistling a song in my heart knowing that I had once again touched one of the little people that make my job so worthwhile.
I saw her again that next spring. She was wearing a new carpenter's apron with Lowe's stitched lovingly on the left breast pocket. It made me want to cry.
Military
One day while on routine patrol,I became aware of a suspicious sound coming from the bush on the right. I wasted no time and leveled my double ought and fired. Unfortunately it was my buddy Mojo,
fortunately, I'm a rotten shot and he escaped with a head wound and 45 days R and R. Again unfortunately,
someone mistook him for a Muslim, with the head bandage and the third eye, and beat him up.Fortunately though he had remembered to change the underwear so it wasn't quite so embarassing at the hospital. He still owes me 20 bucks and I think he lives in Shreveport. So, if you see him,don't loan him any money unless you're a better shot.
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