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Marcus Russi: Renaissance Triathlete

Marcus Russi thrives on triathlons.  The Staples High School junior is a national-level athlete in his age group for the 750-meter (approximately 1/2 mile) swim, 20K (12 1/2 miles) bike ride, and 5K (3 mile) run.

I get tired just writing that.

To train for those distances — and for events like the short-course world championship in New Zealand next year, which Marcus has qualified for — his summer regimen included swimming at 5 a.m., strength training at 10 a.m., then a long run or bike ride.

Of course, now that school’s in session he can “only” swim — still at 5 a.m. — and train with the cross country team in the afternoon.

After all, there’s classwork to consider.  Marcus’s courseload includes AP Chemistry, AP Calculus BC, AP Language and Composition, German Honors, Physics Honors and Middle Eastern Studies.

Plus the Authentic Science Research Topic, a 3-year program in which students develop their own projects and find mentors to overseethem.  He’s working on the mathematical modeling of drug transfer phenomenon.

Marcus is starting to look at colleges — Dartmouth and Stanford — are high on his list.  He hopes to major in computer science.

I could mention that Marcus also plays classical piano for an hour a day (and enters competitions).  And that he manages the website for Inklings, the Staples newspaper.  But just thinking about all that activity exhausts me.

Marcus Russi is all business in the bicycle portion of a triathlon.

Marcus’ 1st triathlon came at age 10:  the Westport Y’s Strong Kids event.  He didn’t train for it, but he was hooked.

A hip problem when he was 12 to 14 prevented Marcus from running.  Instead he swam — with the Y Water Rats and Staples — and last fall resumed triathlon competition.  He entered the Kiwanis event at Compo, and another in Fairfield.  He finished 1st in his age group at both.

Last winter he joined Vortex Racing, a New England-based junior development team.  In the spring he ran track for Staples.

This past summer he competed in his 1st major event — in Seattle — and then the Junior Elite National Championship in San Diego.  “It was incredible to see so many huge names,” Marcus says.

He wasn’t too shabby himself.  He placed 35th overall — in the top half — and had the 11th fastest bike time.

Two weeks later he was in Burlington, Vermont for the Sprint National Championship, with 300 triathletes.  There, Marcus qualified for the world event in Auckland.

Success in triathlons demands “commitment and focus,” Marcus says.

Marcus Russi stands tall at the finish.

“It’s hard to do quality training in all 3 sports — but you have to.  You can’t say, ‘I swam this morning, so this afternoon I’ll ride an easy 10 miles.’  You have to develop it all.  Sometimes you feel horrible.  You just have to push through it.”

Though he swims and runs with others, he usually bikes alone.  Once a week he rides with a cycling club out of Bethel.

A good triathlete must be “light and aerobically fit,” Marcus notes.  “You can’t have too much muscle.”

Marcus is 5-11 1/2.  He weighs 140.  You do the math.

Despite the demands — perhaps because of them — Marcus loves triathlons.

In addition, he says, “you go to a lot of cool places.  You meet amazing people.  Everyone is into being fit as a whole — not just in one sport.”

And, of course, “you get lots of free stuff!”

At Staples, Marcus downplays his accomplishments.  “I don’t want people to think of me in only one way,” he says.  Most teachers have no idea he’s a triathlete — or a piano player, website manager and everything else.

It’s not easy keeping so many balls in the air.  Marcus’ iCalendar is crucial.  “I plot everything out each day,” he says.

On weekends, Marcus says, “I try to relax as much as possible.”

Though I am pretty certain his definition of relaxation is not the same as yours or mine.

Thank You, Mrs. Hodes

Tuesday’s post on the power of teachers — and the importance of thanking them — brought plenty of positive comments.

It also elicited this story from an “06880” reader, who wished to remain anonymous.

I had Shirley Hodes for Latin at Staples.   She was also the advisor to Inklings, so I spent a fair amount of time with her.  She was a wonderful teacher.

Most of the kids were goofballs and rowdy in her Latin class.  But she plugged on, determined to teach us something about language, history and life in general.

As earnest as she was about teaching, she was far from naïve.  Once, during a test, she said to the class:  “I’m going to step out of the room for a minute.  I would appreciate it if everyone stopped cheating until I get back.”  She was so ironic that way.  I loved her class.

A trip to Pompeii inspires a postcard.

About a dozen years after I graduated, in the summer of 1998, I was traveling in Italy and visited the ruins of Pompeii.  In Latin class we had an entire unit built around a fictional family living in Pompeii, shortly before the volcano decimated the city.  So of course it reminded me of Mrs. Hodes.

I bought a postcard, wrote a note thanking her for her meaningful class and the influence it had on me, but (in that pre-internet era) I did not have her address.  So I called my mom from Italy, told her about the postcard, and asked her to please check the phonebook and call Mrs. Hodes to get her address (I recalled that she lived in Weston or Wilton).

A few days later, still in Italy, I called my mom back for the address.  She was all shaken up.

She said:  “You’re not going to believe this.  I found the number and called the house.  A man answered.  I asked if this was the residence of Shirley Hodes, the teacher at Staples.

“He asked me why I was calling, and I told him.  He said she died 2 days ago.”

I couldn’t believe it.  I was so upset that she didn’t get my postcard.  But I did the next best thing:  I mailed it anyway, hoping her relatives would get it and know that she was appreciated.

It’s amazing:  Sometimes the coincidences in life are stranger than the wildest fiction.

Sheila Murphy’s Magnificent Post Office

When the post office moves into its new Playhouse Square digs a few months from now, it will likely be without fanfare.

They’re downsizing, after all; you don’t cut a ribbon at some spare, utilitarian space.

It’s a far cry from 1936, when Westport’s shining “new” post office opened on (appropriately) the Post Road.

Sheila Murphy remembers that ceremony like it was yesterday.  She should:  She cut the ribbon.

Sheila Murphy

Sheila was back in town the other day.  She’s lived in Florida since graduating from Staples in 1948 — but she’s 82 years young, and still loves Westport.

Her roots are deep.  Her own mother Mary is a Staples grad — in fact, Sheila says, Mary helped develop the school lunch program, and came up with the name “Inklings” for the school newspaper.

Sheila’s father John commuted to New York City for his job as an accountant with American Standard.  He had 3 children, and when his wife got sick he needed a job closer to Westport.

John Murphy was active in Democratic politics — locally and nationally — and knew Postmaster General James Farley.  Soon, President Roosevelt appointed Murphy as Westport’s postmaster.

“It was a plum job,” Sheila says.

The job was even better because a new post office was about to be dedicated. The WPA project replaced what Sheila calls a “ratty building” across the street.

“It was the middle of the Depression,” she recalls.  “Things were bad.  Having the government build a new building was good.  Thank heaven for the WPA.”

So one day in 1936, 7-year-old Sheila stood on the broad steps of the “magnificent edifice” and cut the ceremonial ribbon.  Well, she tried to — the oversized scissors were too big, so her father the postmaster finished the job.

He had a lot to do besides pose for photos.  Mail was delivered twice a day back then.  Westporters — many of whom did not have telephones —  communicated with friends by mailing postcards back and forth, one delivery following the next.

The Westport Post Office today. Trees now obscure the front of the WPA-era building.

John lived only a couple of more years.  He died very young — as did his wife.  From age 9 on, Sheila was raised by her aunt.

Sheila remembers her Imperial Avenue home — near the intersection with Bridge Street — as a wonderful former onion barn.  There was sledding in winter, and playing on a nearby 10-acre estate.  Owner Rose O’Neill had already earned fame as the creator of the Kewpie doll.

In town, Sheila took dance lessons at what is now Toquet Hall.

Though she stayed in Florida after college, Sheila returned regularly to Westport — with her 3 sons.

Sheila Murphy outside the Postmaster's office. It probably looked the same when her father had the job.

On her most recent visit, she stopped by the post office she dedicated 75 years ago.

How did she feel when she heard the building has been sold — taking with it three-quarters of a century of Westport history?

“I felt bad,” she says.  “It still looks like a beautiful building.

“But it’s old,” she admits.  “Maybe it’s too expensive to renovate.”

The clerks — and postmaster — may move to Playhouse Square.  But one thing will never change, Sheila Murphy insists.

“It’s always been my post office.”

A Sushi Tip

Discrimination is alive and well in Westport.

And apparently, it’s legal.

Matsu Sushi — one of Staples students’ favorite restaurants — tacks a tip onto the checks of teenagers.

Some of theirs, anyway.

Without telling them ahead of time.

Isaac Stein described the practice in yesterday’s student newspaper, Inklings.

“In the event that there is a group of teenagers at a table, the server and I will usually make the decision to add a 15 percent tip to their bill at the end of the meal,” the manager — who requested anonymity — told Isaac.

However, Staples senior Morgan Garrison was hit with a surprise 20 percent gratuity.

The manager told Isaac that the tip is “not applied to regular customers, or teenagers that the restaurant knows are going to leave an appropriate tip.”

Morgan called her tip “baffling, especially because we had waited for our food for close to an hour.”

The Matsu Sushi manager claims that before the policy was enacted, 30 to 40 percent of teenagers “would just walk out without tipping at all.”  Staples student Izzy Spada counters, “I was chased out the door of the restaurant for tipping somewhere between 13 and 15 percent.”

Some restaurants note their tipping policy on the menu.  Bobby Q’s, for example, says that parties of 8 or more will have 18 percent added to their bill.

Though Matsu Sushi seems applies its policy randomly — to only some teenagers — and does not disclose it beforehand, it may still be okay.

According to Isaac, lawyers for the website justanswer.com say that because no law prohibits discrimination based on age, the policy is “technically legal.”

(Federal Title VII, and Connecticut law, bar discrimination against anyone 40 or older.)

However, the lawyers say, it “appears to be very bad business.”

Indeed.

Though Matsu Sushi is popular with Staples students, it’s hardly the only restaurant in town.  It’s not even the only sushi spot.

Education takes many forms.  Staples students can learn a very good lesson — and teach one to restaurant owners — by eating summer rolls at a place that doesn’t try to roll them.

Women’s Sports Are Sexist

Julia Friedman played competitive basketball all her life.

In sophomore year an autoimmune condition sidelined her.  But she stayed involved, helping the Staples girls team.

She’d run cross country as a freshman and sophomore.  She kept on with that squad too, as manager.

She referees youth basketball, and volunteers with PAL.

So when Julia — a staff writer for Inklings, the school newspaper — searched for a “Jock Talk” opinion piece subject for the October issue, women’s sports seemed a natural.

Her piece was powerful.  As she expected, it generated plenty of controversy.

Yet despite its headline — “The Athletically Oppressed” — Julia’s column did not argue that female athletes are downtrodden and subjugated.

Her thesis was that there should be no separate “women’s sports.”

No other career is separated by gender, she wrote.

Making females compete on their own teams, in their own leagues, makes them seem less important — and leads to lower attendance and revenue, she said.

She gave examples of women athletes who have competed successfully with men — from Billie Jean King to basketball players Ann Meyers and Lusia Harris to race car driver Danika Patrick.

Julia Friedman wonders: Should there be such a thing as "women's basketball"?

If women’s rights activitis really want equality, Julia argued, why don’t they compete with men on the same playing field?

Some friends like what she wrote.  Others did not.

Most adults thought it was well-written, she said, but did not agree.

“I think a lot of people thought I was right,” she added.  “But they didn’t want to say it.  It’s not politically correct.”

Thanks to Inklings’ robust web presence, Julia’s column attracted attention far beyond Staples.

People of all ages — far and wide — chimed in on the site’s comments section.  Someone told her that while everyone is entitled to her opinion, it was unfortunate Julia voiced hers.

Plenty of people called her “sexist.”  She expected that.

A woman posted several comments, including one that was longer than the column.  That proved, Julia said, that “people are really passionate about women’s sports.  I respect their opinion, and I hope they respect mine.”

Ann Gaffigan, who runs WomenTalkSports.com, asked Julia to come on her radio show.  She’ll do that, after she does some research.  “I don’t want to get ripped apart,” she said with the wisdom of a media veteran.

At the same time she’s dealing with the reaction to “The Athletically Oppressed,” Julia is planning her next column.

The topic?

“I’m thinking something about women in society,” she said.

“It may not be sports.  But I find the social relationships between genders very interesting.”

Being Victor Hollenberg

Two days ago, a remarkable crop of young men and women left Staples for the last time.

That’s what they do at graduation, and it’s exactly what should happen.

Talented, hard-working, high-achieving seniors leave.  Another class slides in behind them, ready to take their rightful place at the top of the heap.

But before we consign the Class of 2010 to thanks-for-the-memories status, let’s hear first hand from one of them.

Victor Hollenberg

Victor Hollenberg is among the Best and the Brightest’s best and brightest.  His exploits as editor-in-chief of Inklings, star of the MSG Varsity “Challenge” squad and sailing team stalwart only scratch the surface.

Before graduating Victor wrote an op-ed piece for Inklings, the school newspaper.  As Westport students enjoy summer vacation — and Westport parents worry they’ll waste summer vacation — it’s good to get Victor’s perspective.

He’s got the wisdom of a high school graduate, the enthusiasm of someone about to embark on life’s next great adventure — and the benefit of 13 years in Westport schools.

Victor wrote:

Accepting failure is never easy.

From a young age, we are taught— both by our society and by our peers— to strive for success to the detriment of everything else that matters.  Messing up simply isn’t an option.

That’s the culture I bought into from my very first day in the Westport Public Schools nearly 13 years ago.  Getting a C on my first high school English paper— or in my AP Calculus class this past December, for that matter— didn’t help me feel any more certain about my future.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned at Staples, it’s that life tends to throw obstacles in the way of our search for fulfillment.  It’s taken me four years to realize how fortunate I am to have had those trials, because I wouldn’t be half the person I am today without them.

Interning at Bedford Middle School reminds me of how determined I was to follow the life path I had laid out for myself when I was 13.

Speaking with one girl who already knew she wanted to go to Yale and major in graphic design (which isn’t an undergraduate program there, in case you were wondering), I saw some of my own desires at that age reflected in her.  I told her that life wasn’t so simple— but in retrospect, she probably didn’t believe me.  Disappointment is something that one has to experience to understand.

I thought I could become a Republican senator from Connecticut.  Nothing else would do.

I thought I would go to Yale.  Nowhere else would suffice.

I had my entire life planned out ahead of time by the day I enrolled at Staples.

Little did I know that I was in for a rude surprise.

I didn’t get straight A’s— and gone, I thought, was my chance at getting into any college, let alone one I would have wanted to attend.  I started questioning my political beliefs— and gone, I thought, was my shot at politics.

Freshman year left me shaken, but not devastated.

The more I reflected upon what had happened to me, the more I realized it simply had to.

Of course I was a Democrat.  Of course I couldn’t get an A in math.  My self-perceived failures— which today seem laughable— began to help me redefine who I am.

I will forever be grateful to Staples for teaching me that failure is a good thing.  It’s the teachers who push students, the coaches who demand the best from their players, the advisers who ask for the best-quality work, that truly make this school the best place I can ever have come of age.

As I spent more time at Staples, the challenges— and the failures—grew more numerous.  Maybe it was learning that my writing wasn’t quite Ph.D-caliber in US History or coming to grips with my inability to fit 48 hours of activities into the 24 hours in a day.

Specifics aside — and I could go on and on with examples — high school gradually became more of a reality check than anything.  I’m not totally sure what direction I’m headed in anymore.  My life isn’t what I thought it would be today, but in all honesty, I can’t see it having turned out any other way.  I might not have fulfilled all my dreams, but I’ve created new ones as I’ve gone.

To those kids (and adults) who may be feeling that they’re headed in the wrong direction:  The road you take may end up being the one you really wanted after all.  We end up completing our paths regardless of the obstacles placed in our way.

That’s the beauty of life.

Thanks, Victor.

We’re confident that long after you graduate from Dartmouth — and probably several other places — you’ll continue to enjoy the beauty of life.

Inklings In The Vanguard

Newspapers across the country are scrambling to be relevant in the digital age.

Inklings already is.

Inklingsnews.com - Staples HSThe award-winning Staples paper took a giant step into cyberspace Friday.  Students launched a re-design of InklingsNews.com, a journalistically sharp and graphically handsome website that will make it — along with “06880” and WestportNow.com — a prime source for breaking Westport news, photos and features.

Since 1930 the student-run paper has covered the usual school stuff:  sports, new teachers, cafeteria food.  In recent years it’s been a bit edgier, examining topics like Adderall abuse, condoms and, most recently, God.  But printing twice monthly, its news was not always hot.

Inklings has been online for a few years, but only recently has the goal been a 24/7 news source.  A freshman — Logan Rosen — made  it happen.

His first re-design was good, but — in tune with  Staples’ spirit — Inklings wanted “great.”  Advisor Steve Rexford and staff were ready to pay a hefty sum to a company that creates professional-looking sites for school papers.

Logan said he could do better.

Using a free WordPress theme, he took just 3 weeks to create the new site.  It’s fast, user-friendly, even fun.  And very 21st-century.

Editor-in-chief Victor Hollenberg hopes to leverage Inklings’ large staff to cover every nook of the school, along with town issues.

Website editor Lexi Preiser wants InklingsNews to be “the go-to news source for Staples students.”  Her goal is to hear the buzz:  “Hey, did you read InklingsNews last night?”

Inklings is not finished.  Next year they plan to integrate the site with other school-based technology, including hallway TVs.  They may add video and other multimedia.

And — like good journalists in any medium — they hope to scoop the competition.  As in Westportnow.com.  And “06880.”