Meet the Teacher rockyharvey@nisd.net |
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I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, and 11 months later moved to Portland , Maine with my mother and little brother. We lived there with a house full of cousins for about two years until finally settling in Cornish, Maine. I grew up there. Cornish was a small village of about 750 people nestled between rolling hills in the afternoon shadow of the White Mountains. Towering pines whispered in the wind. My friends and I grew up listening to old timers' stories of Indians, wild animals and far-off places. Cornish was so small it did not have its own high school. We were bused 23 miles to Gorham or 26 miles to Fryburg. My bus went to Gorham. Invariably it was full, and I was one of two designated students to thumb when the bus was loaded. Generally, I hitch-hiked to school in the morning and quite often, walked home at night - if you stayed after school for sports, there was no bus ride home. During high school, I walked a paper route every morning and worked at my step-father's hotel-restaurant evenings and weekends. I enjoyed walking long miles to school so much that I attended Gorham State Teachers College for a year. I attended classes in the morning and worked the evening shift at a nearby woolen mill. When I turned 19 years old, I thumbed a ride to Portland and flew in a twin-propeller DC-6 to San Antonio, Texas enlisting in the Air Force. My first view of San Antonio was through the windows of an Air Force bus enroute to Lackland AFB from the airport. From here I was sent to Syracuse University to study Russian Language for a year, then to San Angelo for technical school, and finally overseas - to Europe. Over the ensuing years, I called Berlin, Germany "home" for four separate tours of duty spanning some 14 years. Other overseas assignments included Wiesbaden, Germany, Chicksands, England, and Misawa and Wakannai, Japan. After a quarter century as a military vagabond, I settled in San Antonio. Upon "retiring from the military," I took up teaching at Pat Neff. The changes have been many and HUGE. I recall looking out the bus windows at "San Antonio" way off in the distance south of Loop 410. To either side of the highway was cactus, scrub oak, and lots of sand. Pat Neff Middle School was a large complex atop a lonely hill, seemingly in the middle of no where. I have been a Special Education Teacher at Pat Neff since 1995. A Hossier by birth, a Maniac by upbringing, I am proud to be a Pat Neff Texan - by choice. |
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