Greensboro Senior High School

Now called Grimsley (after the Superintendent who created it), Greensboro Senior High School is where I learned more in three years than in six in college. I established habits that served me well: after school, I would do homework until completed, then whatever household chores were waiting for me, then supper, then TV watching until bedtime. This Monday-Friday routine almost never varied except for an occasional deviation due to extracurricular activities. Would that I had followed a similar regimen during college. At any rate, some outstanding memories are Spanish class (taught by Maunida Wales), in which I learned the language well enough to tune in Radio Havana (a free country in those days) and keep up with the disc jockeys, usually hard enough to do even in one's native language. And those band trips! In three years, we went on four trips: Miami Beach, Washington DC, Darlington SC, and various cities in Canada. With my somewhat restricted schedule, my friendships narrowed to one and one-half. Paul Tobin was BF, and we visited each others' homes and so forth on weekends. John Burwell is the "one-half", because we never got around to visiting each other's parents and the like. But if you look in the 1958 "Whirligig", you'll see us together at the lunch table. Part of this subdued lifestyle was due to the fact that I didn't drive until I was 21. I was trying to learn at age 16 like everyone else when I was run off the road by a driver who crossed into my lane. My parents, who were with me at the time, pointed out that I did the right thing by taking to the shoulder, but my confidence was shot.
My biggest regret about high school was not taking the course for Radio Engineering. There was a conflict between that course and Physics, and I figured that Physics was more universally useful. Perhaps so, but I wound up taking a virtually identical Physics course my first year in college. How was I to know?