Ed Moxham:  

Hi! I have been pretty much ignoring social medeia until now, just decided to jump in. For some people, high school was the best time of their lives. Not necessarily a good thing. Thank God, that was not the case for me. Let me fast forward a bit. In the 90's, one of my kids was diagnosed with a severe case of ADD, so I got very involved with researching and treating that, ADHD, and a number of related issues. That was when I finally figured out what happened to me at Tenafly, and it also helped me understand what my child was going through. ADHD had been with me to a lesser degree in the Cresskill schools, but it hit its full blown ass kicking peak at Tenafly. Listening to teachers in class was like the joke about what does your dog hear when you talk to him? Blah, blah, blah... I remember trying to study, and by the time I got to the end of a paragraph, I couldn't remember the beginning. I would be up to 1am trying to get through homework, only to turn in incomplete papers the next day. I had no shot at remembering formulas for chemistry or geometry. The ultimate insult: I actually figured out how to solve a few problems on a geomety test pretty much the way the people who derived the formulas did, but the teacher failed me on the test beacuse she didn't understand how I did it, and insinuated that I was cheating. I went to summer school every year, and graduated in July 1963 afer the last summer school session. To my knowledge, I do not appear in anyTenaflyearbook.I was a decent athlete, but I was academically inelligible to be on any team in any sport. My parents, who were hard working, nose to the gridnstone people, didn't understand. The school administrators brought up my IQ and branded me an underachiever; and I was absolutely no teacher's pet. I was also painfully shy. The only way I could deal with embarrassingly low test scores was to joke about it. These were the days when your life was over if you didn't go to college, so many other students thought of me as a screw off. Only my grandmother seemed to have a handle on my situation. The clinical term she used to describe it was "Ants in your pants". It also didn't help that I was one of those kids who matured later than others (still working on that maturity thing...). I had a metabolism that would put a humjming bird to shame, and couldn't gain weight no matter what I did. I had nicknames like "Stick", and "Hefty Ed", and was about 5'8" and 126 lbs when I left school- I eventually levelled off at 5'11" and 195. Note: If any of you took music lessons at Chick Winter's Music School and/or knew my guitar teacher KIm Suits, I just want to say that he was one great guy. Kim seemed to understand that I was dealling some crap, and was as close as I go...Expand for more