There were some wonderful parts, and people who are lovely friends now. And teachers who completely changed my life, and for whom I am grateful every day. But basically: thanks, but no thanks.
That's why our dear friend Leslie Wheeler has such a perfect setting for her new mystery!
And ooh, leave a comment and you could win a copy
of her brand new Wildcat Academy. SO much fun to go back to high school...if you don't actually have to go.
Back to School in a Mystery
By Leslie Wheeler
My mystery novels and short stories are what you could call place-centric.
I start with a place I find intriguing and the plot and characters grow from that.
In the first book of my Berkshire Hilltown Mysteries, that place is a hill (Rattlesnake Hill), in the second, it’s a road (Shuntoll Road), in the third, it’s a bog (Wolf Bog). For my fourth book, I chose a school, but not a regular public school.
Wildcat Academy is set at a private boarding school. I went to a private school myself and so did my son, and we both had good experiences—though my son probably didn’t think so at time. In any case, the type of private schools I decided to write were called therapeutic boarding schools, or schools for troubled teens, or tough love schools. This was because they resorted to punishments and restrictions they claimed would help students in the long run. Instead, these tactics only made things worse for some students, leading to lawsuits and closures of the schools, amid charges of abuse.
My first encounter with such a school happened shortly after I’d moved to the Berkshires. My husband and I went to see a musical comedy performance at a school in a different town from where we lived. The main building was a mansion at the far end of a huge lawn with a gated fence.
We were ushered into a screened-in porch before the performance began. There, a man wearing multiple gold rings on his fingers, who turned out to be the head of the school, relaxed in a lounge chair like the shah of a foreign country, while students milled around him waiting for the show to start. Sensing there was something different about this school, my husband asked a couple of students we were talking with what kind of school it was.
After exchanging glances, one of the students said, “It’s a place for kids who don’t always go with the flow.” And that was all they would say, although obviously there was more to it. Only later did we learn just how unpleasant that “more” could be.
Meanwhile, I discovered there was a similar school in our Berkshire town, and many residents were not happy about it. I attended an angry town meeting in reaction to an incident where a group of students from this school broke into a neighboring house, when the owners were away. They got drunk on the booze they found, stole a car and smashed it on their way into town. Tempers ran so high at that meeting that some people were ready to run the school owners out of town. That didn’t happen, but a few years later, the school shut down.
Given my town’s experience with that school, it wasn’t surprising that the townspeople were adamantly against another tough love school moving in. One person even put together a pamphlet, detailing all the awful things that had happened at the school in its current location. That pamphlet added grist to my fictional mill as I began to write Wildcat Academy.
Still, as I’ve learned, most things in life aren’t totally bad. There are glimmers of light in the darkness. While the headmaster of my fictional school is not a nice guy, nor are the school bullies, I’ve given it two good people in the characters of a student and a teacher. I was an English major, so naturally she’s an English teacher. The teacher and the “good” student help my main character, Kathryn Stinson, solve the mysterious death of another student, who happens to be the son of Kathryn’s sister-in-law.
Readers, what was your high school experience like: good, bad, or a mix, and why? One of the commentators will receive a free copy of Wildcat Academy.
HANK: Oh, I absolutely cannot wait to hear this. (I have a theory.) Tell all, Reds and Readers!
An award-winning author of books about American history and biographies, Leslie Wheeler has written two mystery series. Titles in the Berkshire Hilltown Mysteries are Rattlesnake Hill, Shuntoll Road, Wolf Bog and now, Wildcat Academy.
Titles in the Miranda Lewis series include Murder at Plimoth Plantation, Murder at Gettysburg, and Murder at Spouters Point. Her mystery short stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including The Best New England Crime Stories series, published by Crime Spell Books, where she is a co-editor/publisher. Leslie is a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime, serving as Speakers Bureau Coordinator for the New England Chapter of SinC. She divides her time between Cambridge, Massachusetts, and the Berkshires, where she writes in a house overlooking a pond.
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Your book sounds so intriguing, Leslie . . . I'm looking forward to learning more about Wildcat Academy and its students.
ReplyDeleteHigh school? Great teachers but enough mean kids that it was an experience best forgotten . . . .
Yes, so sad to have that experience, I am with you completely. You certainly turned out wonderfully, I have to say!
DeleteAww, thank you 😊
DeleteLeslie Wheeler, here. Sorry to hear about your experience, Joan. Although I didn't put it in my post, the last two years of high school were not fun because of mean kids.
DeleteI was bullied by two girls from third grade thru ninth. (Let’s call them Daisy and Jill, because those were their names.). Then one got pregnant and the other got hepatitis, and that was the end of that.
ReplyDeleteThe rest of my high school days were fun and pleasant, a lot of good teachers and a couple who stood out. Thank you Mr Bunge and Mrs Smith.
I have a friend who grew up in the Berkshires, adopted daughter of wealthy parents. She was sent to boarding school about the time she learned to walk and loved it. In spite of the unfair and likely illegal punishment regimen, it was better than the mistreatment at home.
I can’t imagine the trauma she suffered as a child, but I did see the resulting the adult.
It wasn’t pretty.
Congratulations on the newest book Leslie. I look forward to reading it.
DeleteGlad to hear that the rest of your high school days were good, Ann, but sorry to hear about the experience of your friend who grew up in the Berkshires, especially if anything was better than the mistreatment she had at home. Sad.
DeleteIt can all be just so complicated, and so poignant years later.
DeleteCongratulations on your new book, Leslie. Those schools are terrifying with bullying from all quarters and no escape.
ReplyDeleteI loved high school, in spite of the constant stress and confusion. I wouldn't go back for all the tea in China. But I had friends for the first time and still see some of them.
As an adult, I stay away from bullies. That is another reason that certain people's political choices are so very puzzling. Who votes to give power to bullies?
Leslie Wheeler here. Glad to hear you had a good experience in high school, and that you're still in touch with some of them. I'm also in touch with some of my friends in high school, including one who was not a good friend then.
DeleteIt was such a fraught time, in that inescapable incubator that was high school.
DeleteRevenge of the Nerds!
DeleteI went to two different high schools. I had an okay experience. I was a nerdy bookish kid. I had friends, but I wasn’t popular. Neither was I bullied. I wouldn’t want to go back.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler again. I was a nerdy bookish kid also, and not popular, especially in my last two years of high school.
DeleteThis is what I’m wondering about – – do nerdy bookish kids turn out to be incredibly happy in book world when they grow up?
DeleteRevenge of the Nerds
DeleteI had a good experience with high school due to two teachers (Math and Social Studies) who told me I can do whatever I want in the world. My only bullies were those who called me a nerd and yet I was the one who graduated from high school on time.
ReplyDeleteI had some good teachers also, especially in English and history. Confess I avoided the subjects I didn't like or do well in like advanced math and physics, when I could.
DeleteSo agree, that kind of realization is so empowering! But I wish we could teach that patience to kids. But I think it just has to be learned from experience.
DeleteHigh school was a mix of good and bad. I had a small group of friends and that was fine. But the bad experiences weren't fun either. Between other students and one particularly heinous teacher towards the end of my senior year thinking she was smarter than me (and to which I proved that she was an idiot), by the time I was out of there, no way was I going to be looking forward to a high school reunion or looking back in fondness at my "high school days of yore".
ReplyDeleteEven once I joined Facebook, people I went to high school with would send me friend requests and I'd see them and think, "Seriously? I despised you in high school, what makes you think I'd want to be friends now?" The obvious exception were the hot girls I liked back then. They got approved. Jock-Boy the Jerk and the rest of that ilk got deleted.
Essentially, high school can be summed up by the lyrics of the W.A.S.P. song "School Daze":
"My eyes are burning, bells are ringing in my ears
Alarm clocks wailing, class bells screaming, I can't hear
A text book mad-house, twelve years I'm here in a rage
A juveniles jail, and I'm here locked up in their cage
School daze, school daze, I'm here doin' time
School daze, school daze, my age is my crime
School daze, school daze, I'm here doin' time
School daze, school daze, I'm attending hell high
A blackboard jungle toed the line the rulers made
A homework hell-house screams at me "make the grade!"
Tick tock, three o'clock, I'm sitting here and counting off the days
A fire bell is ringin' hell and I'd sure love to see it blaze
Burn it down!
School daze, school daze, I'm here doin' time
School daze, school daze, my age is my crime
School daze, school daze, I'm here doin' time
School daze, school daze, I'm attending hell high
I pledge no allegiance and I bet
They're gonna drive me crazy yet
Nobody here is understanding me
I pledge no allegiance and I bet
They're gonna drive me crazy yet
I'm dying here and trying to get free
School daze, school daze, I'm here doin' time
School daze, school daze, my age is my crime
School daze, school daze, I'm here doin' time
School daze, school daze, I'm attending hell high"
Yes, we have all had days we felt like that!
DeleteI know what you mean, Hank!
DeleteLeslie Wheeler again. That's a great song and sums up what was probably the high school experience of a lot of people. Thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteHigh school was definitely a mix for me. My twin and I went to our 50 year reunion last August, and it's amazing how some of the bad feelings came back. For one thing, none of our really close friends attended, even those who live in town. People from our grade school and high school remembered us, of course, because we were twins and we were smart. That was it. The "most likely to"s were out in force at the reunion and it was clear that we weren't part of that group. That said, by the end of high school, we were part of a fairly tight small group who socialized together and had some fun times. We were on Yearbook staff and had a really great time working on that project. Of course we excelled academically, which delighted mom and dad. I didn't go to any high school dances or proms, wasn't a cheerleader or a singer. My sister was elected class Sgt. at Arms once, but I never ran for office, just cruised along under the radar.
ReplyDeleteHigh school reunions are so fascinating! What a study in cultural anthropology, and human growth and development!
DeleteLeslie Wheeler
DeleteLeslie Wheeler here again, I'm glad to hear you and your twin found a small social group that you had fun with by the end of high school, Gillian. For me, it was just the opposite, had good friends at the beginning of high school, but by the end, there was only one girl that I was close with. She was very athletic and I was not. Even so, we played endless games of tennis together. I appreciated the fact that she wasn't catty like many of the other girls, and I think she appreciated the fact that I was intellectual and did well in school, and we had long talks about philosophy and other brainy things.
DeleteAh, high school. Brrrr. I was awkward, dumb, loud, quiet, self-centered, opiniated, shy, crude, simultaneously in awe and frightened of girls, unsure, ignorant, unthinking, scared, and acned. At least now, more than six decades later, I am no longer acned -- I can point to that as progress.
ReplyDeleteWhat would we do without you?? :-)
DeleteLeslie Wheeler. Oh my goodness, Jerry, I'm glad the acne is gone, and I'll bet anything there have been a lot of other positive changes.
DeleteI'd not go back. Overall, not a great experience. Some good, but some really mean folks.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler. Glad to hear there were some good folks at your high school, in the midst of all the meanies!
DeleteIsn't it funny how most of us are saying-- no no no?
DeleteWhy am I reminded of the memoir A VERY PRIVATE SCHOOL by Charles Spencer, the Earl Althorp?
ReplyDeleteYour book sounds intriguing!
Leslie Wheeler. Thanks, Diana. I'm not familiar with the book you mention, but will check it out, as it sounds interesting.
DeleteAccording to Amazon:n this poignant memoir, Charles Spencer recounts the trauma of being sent away from home at age eight to attend boarding school.
DeleteA Very Private School offers a clear-eyed, first-hand account of a culture of cruelty at the school Charles Spencer attended in his youth and provides important insights into an antiquated boarding system. Drawing on the memories of many of his schoolboy contemporaries, as well as his own letters and diaries from the time, he reflects on the hopelessness and abandonment he felt at aged eight, viscerally describing the intense pain of homesickness and the appalling inescapability of it all. Exploring the long-lasting impact of his experiences, Spencer presents a candid reckoning with his past and a reclamation of his childhood. And now, in a new afterword, Spencer reflects on the aftermath of his memoir’s publication, including the outpouring of support and solidarity from fellow abuse survivors.
I was a very late bloomer, a nerdy soul who just wanted to learn. I truly hated the "games" and "politics" of high school. Sad thing is that the one reunion I attended, most of the jocks had gone to seed, but still thought they were studs, the popular folks were just regular or failed people, and weirdly enough, we nerdy late bloomers were starting to shine. Funny how life works. -- Victoria
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler again. I was a nerd too, and confess that I never attended a high school reunion. Instead, the Saturday after one of the reunions I got together with a couple of students I'd been friends with my last years of high school, and we had a great time at the beach.
DeleteYup, let's hear it for late bloomers!
DeleteCongratulations on your latest release!
ReplyDeleteI was a Jersey girl, packed into the family station wagon two days before nineth grade and moved to suburban Cincinnati. It was...a huge adjustment and four years later, gave me the impetus to attend college on the east coast. Many years later, we moved from Atlanta to (where else?) Cincinnati and my youngest started nineth grade at a different high school. I understood all that she had been through and encouraged her to go South for college. As soon as she departed, I started writing my first book.
So many moves! Margaret you're a survivor.
DeleteLeslie Wheeler again. My goodness, that is a lot of moves, Margaret! I've moved around myself, though I stayed in California, where I grew up, until I left graduate school, decided I needed to see more of the world outside of academia, moved to New York City, where I lived for five years, then to the Berkshires. Now I divide my time between the Berkshires and
DeleteCambridge, MA.
Moving does teach you to adjust.....
DeleteLeslie, so happy to see you here! Your new book sounds like something we can ALL relate to, one way or another. Sigh... my elementary school was full of mean girls. I used to call them The Nancys. I didn't find my niche until taking journalism in high school. And then rejoiced when I went away to college and bonded with friends I still cherish.
ReplyDeleteHallie, I was bitten on my first day of elementary school and the next day I went to a private Catholic school. If any child hurt another child at the Catholic school, then that did not sit well with our teacher, Mrs. Beard, at all. It was time out and we all learned to respect each other.
DeleteLeslie Wheeler. Delighted to see you too, Hallie. Your calling the mean girls The Nancys is interesting. The name one of my sort of friends gave me in high school was Screamer, because of my high pitched and I guess loud voice. I didn't care for the name so I called her Screamer right back. It's funny how these things come back to us!
DeleteLeslie, that's awful. whoa. SO great of you to give it right back to her! And Hallie, The Nancys has got to be your next book.
DeleteWe had an endowed chair in the principal's office regarding our eldest high school daughter. She wasn't a bad kid just a prankster and loved to do what she wanted to do - "I don't like that teacher, I'll show her..." (We all know where that gets one!) She was bright and did graduate with a B average but she put her foot down and wasn't going to college. I applied for her to attend a state university and she was accepted but she screamed and cried the whole 2-3 hour drive. But she fell in love with school because she could do what she wanted. Later in her freshman year she applied (on her own) to Reed College in Portland, Ore and was accepted and loved it. She went on to get a PhD degree from a school on the east coast. So I always tell parents who are struggling with high school children that there is hope.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler. My son didn't want to go to college either, and it was a struggle to get him in a college after his grades tanked in his senior year of high school, and I had to find a decent school that would take him. He almost flunked out his freshman year for not doing the work he was supposed to, but was re-accepted on probation. He almost flunked out again, but stayed the course, and is happily married to a young woman he met in college, and enjoys working at a tech company. So, yes there is hope for a good life beyond high school!
DeleteYes, the smart self-aware kids always have a hard time..good for both of you to nurture and succeed!
DeleteMy high school experience was a time when I had to catch up on my education. I was so behind others on everything except English and History (my parents taught me these at home). We had many History books and Shakespeare books at home. I had a lot to catch up because I left the deaf only (actually most students were hard of hearing) program. In regular classes, I was able to keep up with my English and history classes. It was the other subjects where I had to catch up on!
ReplyDeleteYour Wildcat Academy sounds a lot like the Deaf school where I attended for a brief time. As I recall, the women were treated like second class citizens. The only strong deaf women were the LGBTQ deaf women. The hearing teachers at the Deaf school often kept their maiden names when they married and that was the only sign of "feminism" that I saw at the Deaf school.
Leslie Wheeler Your experience at the Deaf School reminds me a little bit of what happened to me when I left public school and went to a private school in the seventh grade. I was put in special ed class for slow readers, where the focus was on dealing with our disability. I was not happy there and wished I could be taking French or another language that was offered at the school. Toward the end of the school year, I and another student were allowed to leave the special ed class and take French. I had almost a year's work in French to catch up, but somehow I did and ended up with an A.
DeleteIt's just such a mystery about how our brains work, and what they love..
DeleteI went to two very different high schools. For ninth and tenth grades, I was in a small, private, English-speaking city school with only 20-25 kids per grade. About half of my classmates were Puerto Rican, and the other half were from the US, like me. During those two years, I knew everyone in my class well (I'd been with them since 6th grade), and I had some excellent teachers. Also, a couple of terrible ones, but they were just bad teachers, not bullies, at least not to me.) I also had a best friend. In the summer between 10th and 11th grade, we moved to West Vancouver, BC, and in the fall, I started at an enormous public high school with over 1,200 pupils (at least, that was enormous to me!). Again, I was lucky to have a couple of excellent teachers and a number who were boring but not cruel. By the end of 11th grade, I had a best friend again, and one of the most popular girls had said, in front of her coterie, "For a brain, you're not so bad." That probably kept me from being bullied! I came away believing that if you can make even one close friend in high school, you can survive and even have quite a lot of fun. (I'm still in touch with the friend from my West Vancouver days!)
ReplyDeleteLeslie, your latest book sound exciting. I researched Quaker and military boarding schools in graduate school, so I'm always interested in books about kids who board and their backgrounds.
Leslie Wheeler. Kim, sounds like you were very fortunate in the two different high schools you went to, and I agree with you that if one can make at least one good friend, you'll do okay!
DeleteFor a brain, you're not so bad. Classic!
DeleteI went to a small rural school K-12, so by high school we all way too much about each other. I stayed within my group of friends and was fine, but assumed everyone else hated me. It would be interesting to go back with coping skills (that I definitely did not have back then). I only went to one reunion (20 years) and had a mini panic attack before walking in.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler Lisa, I think I'd feel claustrophobic if I attended the same school from kindergarten through high school. It was bad enough attending the same school from seventh grade through twelfth grade. Like some of the people who responded, I was a brain, but not considered very attractive. I remember walking into a party that my former high school classmates had when we were all in college, and I overheard one of them say, "Leslie's gotten cute!" I smiled.
DeleteOh I did, too! (And then, opening the door into the 30th reunion room, I said to myself, "Oh, I'm in the wrong place, these are all someone's parents." )
DeleteIs there anything more stress-filled than high school? Everyone is full of angst and insecurity, and jostling for social position, romantic partners, grades, prestige. It's a stew of horrors, topped off with raging hormones. Good times.
ReplyDeleteI was bullied by a girl in my fifth grade class who still tries to bully me even today, 57 years after we graduated from the same Catholic high school. I avoid her, and all the other clique-y classmates who still live in our hometown, as much as possible at reunions. However, I had to work after school every day starting in sophomore year, and in senior year I left school altogether at noon every day for a co-op job. So I barely socialized with anyone but my handful of close friends at school. All my boyfriends went to the public high schools in the area.
The good news is that I have found some deep friendships in recent years with classmates I wasn't really friends with in high school. We reconnected via Facebook and reunions, and found we had so much in common. That has been quite a blessing.
Leslie Wheeler again. Karen, You've really hit the mark with your first paragraph about how stress-filled high school can be. Glad to hear, though, that you had a few friends to socialize with in high school, also that you were able to make close friendships with classmates you hadn't been friends with. More power to you!
DeleteYes, a stew of horrors--and misjudgements, and lack of experience, and raging envy. Lovely.
DeleteMy school experience was good overall. I had a group of friends. It was a highly academic, highly competitive school with an exam to get in so everyone was smart and many were nerdy. The girls were nice. The teachers horrible old spinsters who made our lives miserable. I was a bit of a rebel, therefore in trouble until the sixth form when I became a prefect! Who knew!
ReplyDeleteThat was Rhys. Called into doctors office!!
DeleteLeslie Wheeler My high school was also highly academic and competitive,, and as a girls school, most of our teachers were women, but they were married women, not spinsters except for one history teacher, I ashamed to admit that I and some others in the class made her life miserable with some of our pranks. Fortunately, things calmed down after freshman year and she and I got along fine, as I continued to take classes from her.
DeleteRhys, keep us posted! (In my high school, they actually divided the students in each grade by proficiency--seriously! The :A" kids had the same classes, and the Bs, etc. Horrible, and instant hierarchy, and no mixing of the classes at all. I was so lucky to be an A, but the whole thing was awful, I knew it even then.
DeleteHigh school was easy and enjoyable. I made friends and was glad to graduate. A different day and age.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler Glad you had a good experience, traveler!
DeleteHad to run to Amazon for a quick purchase before I commented. Looking forward to a great read. My school experiences were good overall. It was the late 1960s and it was a parochial school, so discipline was still a thing. I'm still good friends with several of my best mates from those days, and as for rebellion - we put out an underground newspaper - The Naked Grape.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler Glad you had a good experience even though discipline was "still a thing." I didn't go to a parochial school, but discipline was still important there also. Love the title of your underground newspaper. Sounds like it was fun putting it together.
DeleteMy Dad was in the Army and we moved every two years so I went to three high schools (#1 freshman, #2 sophomore/junior, and #3 senior year), so I never really felt like I belonged to any of them and don't have many memories from those days, other than just getting through them. One great memory though - Mr. Amberg, my creative writing teacher my junior year. He encouraged me to write. Of course, writing as a career was never seen as an option in my family, so I wound up a lawyer and didn't start to write until I retired from my day job. But, God bless Mr. Amberg, Highland Park HS in Highland Park, IL, in the mid 1980's. He planted the seed!
ReplyDeleteI loved my first high school. It was in my hometown, I had lots of friends, had to work like a dog for good grades, but I enjoyed it all. Dad was transferred to New Orleans the middle of my junior year. Bleah! I finished that year in a public, all girls high school. Jefferson Parish's answer to integration: separate the sexes. The classes were a waste of time. I'd already covered the materials. The school district was behind because of a hurricane earlier. The only teacher I remember well was an overgrown frat rat who "taught" English. He was a poor teacher and just wanted to be admired while he told stories of his college days. But I did meet some nice girls despite the culture shock. I attended a private school my senior year. Just bizarre. At least with the girls, it was split between the new kids and the in crowd. The in crowd had been there since kindergarten and ran everything. No one was mean, they just ignored you. But I did make a lasting friendship with another new kid and we keep in touch. So, from a public school of 900 in my class, to a smaller all girls public school, to a private school with 60 in the senior class. No, I would not want to repeat high school.
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler here. Hi, Pat, sounds like you didn't have the best time in high school, although you loved your first school, and did made a lasting friend in the third one. Glad to hear you've joined my books so far. I share your fondness of Earl, and yes, I'm at work on the fifth book in my series, titled Icy Glen, which is set at a real place in the Berkshires.
DeleteP.S. I love your Berkshires stories, Leslie. More Earl, please!
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler here again How wonderful that you had a teacher who encouraged you to be a writer, Robin! I'm not sure when the writing seed was planted in me--maybe in seventh grade or earlier. I was not a great reader like my sister who read War and Peace in the ninth grade, but I loved making up stories, which I sang to keep my spirits up in difficult situations, and at some point I must have realized that it would be a good idea to write them down.
ReplyDeleteMy brother who was popular and brilliant is only 13 months older than me. He paved the way socially for me and while I didn't bother to try and compete grade wise, I had a great time in high school. That said, our oldest son was bullied and we finally sent him to private school which he liked. Our second son excelled both academically and socially but begged us not to go to college. He went to Skidmore--had a great time, but at the end of freshman year, plopped down his good grades on the kitchen table and said, "you promised that if I stuck with it for freshman year, I could go to NOLS next year." Silly me, I thought once he got there he'd forget his desire to go to National Outdoor Leadership School. We kept our promise and it was a life altering experience that I've recommended to many friends who also had sons who suffered from depression in high school. Best promise I ever made. He graduated, got his MFA and loves his job as a writer/editor. On the side, he is the copyeditor for Strand Magazine and loves that too. Despite the fact that I met my husband in high school, would I go back? Not a chance--especially not today.
ReplyDeleteGerry, my middle daughter went to Alaska for a month-long hike as part of a NOLS course, two weeks after high school graduation. It was literally the line of demarcation between childhood and adulthood for her.
DeleteMy youngest went a couple years ago, this time to Wyoming, for a leadership course involving orienteering, and she had to care for a llama pack animal. It's an impressive program, and can provide amazing and life-changing experiences.
What a great and inspirational story, Gerri! And parents have such an incredibly hard job. Standing O.
DeleteLeslie Wheeler Gerry, interesting story about your two sons and their different high school experiences. Confess I had not heard of NOLS before, but it sounds like a great program. Don't think my son would have been interested in it, though, as he wasn't that much of an outdoors person at that point in his life.
DeleteOh, Leslie, what a fabulous setting and not just because I love the Berkshires. Congratulations on your release!
ReplyDeleteLeslie Wheeler here. Thanks for your kind words, Jenn, I love the Berkshires too, and enjoy recreating it in my novels.
DeleteI taught special ed for about 10 years and was always amazed at how much people in general don't understand special education kids. All my middle school age kids were diagnosed with a "learning disability." (I got all kinds of remarks - why do you like working with slow, or low IQ kids and other nasty comments)
ReplyDeleteIn my district, in order to qualify with a learning disability students must test on an IQ test (cognitive test) with a score of at least 100 (normal). Then they are tested for academic achievement (standardized test) and if they fall far below normal in a specific subject (math, decoding, comprehension, etc) they have a learning disability. So we work with teachers to provide compensation and support so they can assess information in a different way. All my students, with support were a grade level (many above grade level).
Congratulations on the new book, Leslie! I look forward to reading it.
ReplyDeleteI have pretty much happy memories of my high school years, I'm grateful to say.
I wrote this comment early in the morning on my phone (with my granddaughter) and forgot to hit Publish!
DeleteAlso, I'm still good friends with my high school bestie in the LA eastern suburbs, and others who I wasn't close to are now some of my biggest book fans.
Leslie Wheeler Hi, Edith, interesting how things can change over time. I had a similar experience with the in-crowd in college instead of high school. They became my besties when they found out I'm a published author.
DeleteLeslie, what a great setting. I happen to have had 40 years of experience working in a board school, and also fleeting experience with a therapeutic boarding school in the Berkshires. In the 1980s we were houseparents to a 7th grader who was monumentally spoiled. Steve (not his name) was bright, handsome, but so spoiled by his parents that you really began to understand that "spoiled" is another word for "ruined." This boy had everything he asked for. Everything. He wanted new nordic racing skis. He got them. At our first 1" snowfall he put on these expensive new skis and skied around, despite my husband warning him that there was no base and he would ruin the skis on rocks. He did ruin the skis. His parents visited and Steve complained that his skis were ruined, demanding a new pair. He also demanded to be allowed to attend a full-time ski academy in VT instead of our "crummy" school where he could only ski after classes and on weekends. To our amazement, his parents promised him another pair of new skis and withdrew him from our school, saying he would be enrolled in a ski academy.
ReplyDeleteWe learned later that instead they'd enrolled him in a therapeutic boarding school in the Berkshires. Apparently they'd found it so difficult to impose any kind of boundary that they put him in an authoritarian behavioral modification school! After that we didn't hear anything more for months. Then one night in May at 2 AM my husband and I were awakened by knocking at the house door. Two state policemen plus our headmaster were standing there by the light of a flashlight. (We had taken our phone off the hook that night due to the incessant calls of an addicted parent in CA.) It turned out our new Jeep Cherokee had been found abandoned on the Northway, 40 miles away. I was shocked. We'd left it in the school garage. Yes, officers, I did leave the keys in the car. (In those days, 1985, half the staff left their keys in their cars. There were no locks on doors, either.) I was 26 and the Jeep was the first purchase of my adult life. I quavered, "Is the car ... damaged?" One of the cops asked kindly, "Did it have a front end when you last saw it?"
The mystery unraveled over the next few days. It turned out that Steve, desperately unhappy at the behavioral mod school in the Berskshires, had run away and hitchhiked back to our school. Only when he arrived did it really sink in for him that he could not simply resume his status as a student. He camped secretly in a school leanto and at night went up fire escapes to the rooms of friends who talked to him and passed him snacks. Then he decided to hit the road, and went along the garage climbing into vehicles until he came to the first one with keys. (A friend thanked me because hers was next, with her keys). Unfortunately he did not know how to drive. I'd left the car in reverse, which helped him, but backing out of the stall he caught the front end on a pillar and the entire block holding the headlights sheared off. His next problem was that the Jeep was stick shift. He managed to bull it out of reverse and into first gear but beyond that he did not have a clue. The staties were amazed to think a slight thirteen-year-old had driven a car WITH NO HEADLIGHTS on a black dark night thirty miles to 87 IN FIRST GEAR.
He drove about ten miles north but when it became too dangerous for him from other cars on the Northway he pulled over and abandoned our car on the verge. Then he crossed the highway and hitchhiked south. (He was very smart.) He ended up in Florida. I heard he became lost in drugs and died young. It was always very sad for us and we never heard any good things about the school in the Berkshires. (Selden)
Wow, that is some story! Given the chances he took, it's amazing Steve lasted as long as he did. A friend of mine who worked for several months at a tough love school in the Berkshires told me that she didn't even consider it a school. After she left, one of the students showed up at the house where she lived with her husband, and asked if he could borrow their car. She foolishly said yes, he took the car and crashed it, but at least she made him pay for the damages. She also told me that the headmaster at this school would come into the classroom while she was teaching and fluff the girls' hair. Weird.
DeleteI would happily return to my high school days. I was fully engaged in the experience. I was a cheerleader, in the band, on student council, on the school newspaper, in Pep Club, junior and senior class president, drama club, golf team, and keenly attuned to academics (was valedictorian). Of course, I know that it helped being part of the popular crowd because you always feel included. However, I really think my high school was a nice atmosphere, with all different groups easily crossing over to do something with another group. No mean girls or boys or snobs. When we've had reunions, we have genuinely been happy to see everyone. We were a small high school, too, which helped, 100 in my graduating class, so it was easy to know most people. I don't think I would have liked a boarding school because having the town's community involved in events was a fun part of the experience. It made for a feeling of being cared for and being safe.
ReplyDeleteI do like reading stories with boarding schools in them though. Wildcat Academy sounds like a story I want to know the solution to, and it has five stars on Amazon.
Leslie Wheeler here It's really nice to hear that you had such a good time at high school, Kathy, that you'd be happy to return to those days. Like you I was valedictorian of my class, which with thirty students in the graduating class was smaller than your high school, but the only extracurricular activity I was involved in was putting together the Inlook, which was a collection of stories and poetry by students, and by my junior year I did not belong to the popular crowd.
DeleteNo thanks to high school redux but I went to my 50th reunion and connected with a few people I’ve remained in touch with. Our extended family has had experience with therapeutic schools, both quite positive and pretty negative. There is a real mental health crisis among adolescents and I hope we can figure out how to best support these kids. Denise Terry
ReplyDeleteGood for you for attending your 50th reunion. As I've already written I got together with a few good friends from high school the day after the reunion. Glad to hear that your family had some positive experiences with therapeutic schools. I agree that we need to find better ways to help teenagers with mental health problems. My husband and I went through a couple of shrinks before we found one that was helpful to our son in high school.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the new book. It sounds great. Parts of high school were bad due to bullying and some of it was good due to friends I had made.
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