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Blue Ribbon Reflections

So Staples is a Blue Ribbon high school — one of only 2 in Connecticut. (The other is right next door: Weston High.)

One part of me says “meh.” I’ve always downplayed these types of rankings — whether Staples was #1 (Connecticut Magazine, a couple of years ago), or #234 (Newsweek, which  before it abandoned its print edition ranked schools based on a spectacularly arbitrary system that placed heavy emphasis on the number of AP tests taken — no matter the scores — as well as, I think, dice rolls and eyes of newt).

But another part of me says “sweet!” Blue Ribbons are awarded by the US Department of Education. They include hard data, like standardized test scores (boo!) and attendance rates. But principal John Dodig also had to write 8 essays, on topics ranging from curriculum to instructional methods.

The education at Staples High School shines brightly. (Photo/Julie Mombello)

The education at Staples High School shines brightly. (Photo/Julie Mombello)

It took a ton of time, but Dodig feels the recognition is worth it. (Never one to resist a jab at federal and state mandates like teacher evaluations as measures of “excellence,” he suggests that Blue Ribbon schools be exempt from those mandates for 3 years.)

Dodig is right. Being named a Blue Ribbon school is a big deal.

It’s recognition that Staples’ emphasis on the “4 As” — academics, arts, athletics and activities — means something. It’s validation that the school’s commitment to personalization pays off. It’s acknowledgment of the hard, excellent work that goes on every day in Westport’s 5 elementary and 2 middle schools.

And it’s great testimony that — despite occasional calls to the contrary — our town’s commitment to education remains strong, steadfast and supreme.

John Dodig’s Message

Staples High School principal John Dodig addressed all students and staff this morning — the 1st day back after a difficult weekend. He said:

Good morning everyone.

I want to say a few things about the tragedy that occurred in Newtown on Friday. It was horrible, and impossible to understand. I am sure that not one of us can understand what would drive someone to do such an awful thing.

For those of us adults who learned of it early on Friday, we had two reactions. One was as parents or grandparents if we have children. Even if we don’t, we have relatives who do. I, for example, immediately saw the faces of my 2 elementary school-age grandchildren. That makes it personal and very emotional.

Then, we think of it as teachers and administrators. What would we do in such a circumstance? Would we be able to follow the lockdown procedures we have practiced? How would we keep you students safe? How would I, your principal, react in a similar situation?

John Dodig -- principal and proud Staples supporter.

John Dodig — principal and proud Staples supporter.

Honestly, after thinking of my grandchildren, I saw flashes of many of your faces, those I have gotten to know over the years. That also makes it personal. I love my grandkids, and I love you and believe it is my responsibility to keep you safe. That is how my assistant principals felt as we talked to each other in the cafeteria watching you eat lunch on Friday. I think the only way to get through something like thisis to make it personal, and to deal with the emotions that naturally come forth.

We have a security plan, we practice drills, and we hope that we will all do what we have to do if the need ever arises. Such an incident is precisely why we have a security plan. It is why we keep our doors locked and why we have video cameras throughout our building.

I urge you to use this incident to be sure to play your part in our overall security plan. It is vital that you all take these drills seriously. Don’t prop open outside doors and if you see one open, close it. My staff and I do that all day long as we walk around the building. Only open an outside door for someone you know. If you don’t know the person, don’t open the door. If she or he gets angry with you, so be it.

We enjoy a very comfortable life at Staples. We care about and for one another. As Marc Elliot said two weeks ago, we accept each other’s differences. I feel certain that if any one of you read something on Facebook or heard something said by someone that you thought was a danger to someone here, you would tell us. Caring about each other is the best security system in the world.

Staples High School today.

Staples High School today.

We cannot and will not turn Staples into a fortress. First of all, it would not guarantee safety, and secondly it would not be an environment in which we would want to live each day. That is not the solution for us. Our best response has to be to continue caring about one another; to reach out in friendship to those who seem not able to make connections and friends at Staples; to acknowledge our responsibility to each other.

You have heard me say many times that my goal is for 100% of you to love Staples High School. That goal can only be reached by all of us, students and staff alike, doing our part to make Staples safe, caring, nurturing, and accepting of everyone’s right to be here every day to learn.

As you know, I am very proud of this school and what all of us have created here. Let us mark this day as the day that we not only continue to sustain this wholesome environment, but the day that we actually talk about it out loud to each other so that we all know and accept our part in making Staples what it is.

Members of our counseling and support staff are in the cafeteria and library media center, as well as in their offices, and will be available all day if you need to speak to someone.

Now let’s take a moment to think about the little children and the adults who were killed on Friday. Think about how their sacrifice will contribute to making Staples even better than it is.

Thank you.

Remembering Ray Walch

Gerald Ford has been called an accidental president. Ray Walch was an accidental principal.

In July 1965, longtime Staples principal Stan Lorenzen resigned. At 55, he was eager to tackle something new: Weston High. The school — as yet unbuilt — was scheduled to open in 1968.

Two months later — the day before school began — Westport’s Board of Education announced Mr. Lorenzen’s replacement. Raymond Walch, 41, had been a teacher in the system since 1952. For the past 6 years he’d been townwide director of math. He was also a nationally known consultant and math textbook author.

Ray Walch, as principal.

Ray Walch, as principal.

Mr. Walch inherited one of the most accomplished, robust senior classes in Staples history. There were 14 National Merit Scholarship semifinalists. For A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Staples Players used the exact dimensions of the Globe Theater thrust stage. The Orphenians and orchestra took their 1st-ever tour: a week in the Virgin Islands.

The Beau Brummels and Animals headlined concerts in the auditorium. The Blues Project played for the junior prom in the cafeteria.

Mr. Walch announced that cigarettes could now be smoked in the parking lot before and after school. But he also made it illegal to leave campus before the end of the day. (Too many students were driving to Port Chester and Vista for “liquid lunches.”)

In late April — after less than a year — Mr. Walch resigned. He asked to return to his previous job as townwide director of math. He also began work on his doctorate at Columbia University, and continued textbook writing and consulting.

The Staples of Ray Walch's era was a sprawling conglomeration of separate buildings, connected by outdoor walkways.

The Staples of Ray Walch’s era was a sprawling conglomeration of separate buildings, connected by outdoor walkways.

In 2004 I interviewed Mr. Walch for my book, Staples High School: 120 Years of A+ Education. Referring to his predecessor as principal, he said:

Stan ran a very tight ship. Everything had to be done his way. He did more than he should have – he even handled every student’s application to college. He spent every day and night at Staples. He didn’t delegate anything. There were 9 guidance counselors when I got there, and I told (department chairman) Mary Barre that college applications were her job.

Mr. Walch added:

The biggest change during my year as principal was moving graduation outdoors, to the football field. There were too many students to have it indoors. (Athletic director) Frank Dornfeld said I’d ruin the soccer field with all those cars parking on it, but there was no problem at all.

Staples graduation

(Superintendent of schools) Dr. Gordon Peterkin didn’t like all the delegating I was doing. We had some real donnybrooks. He’d have meetings at 9, 10 p.m. – that was his style. Things got to the point where we brought in a group from Columbia for sensitivity training.

Maddie Burks, my secretary, saved my life. She was wonderful. I would not have survived without her. She told me everything to do. And Mike Deer, the custodian — if he didn’t open the doors, we wouldn’t have a school. But Paul Gambaccini and Dick Sandhaus – they were students involved in everything – they really ran the school.

I fought broken pipes all year. I never sat behind my desk. And all that time I was writing books, tutoring and bringing up 5 kids.

Ray Walch

Ray Walch

Mr. Walch died on October 21 in Florida, at 88. But his obituary only reached Westport yesterday.

He leaves behind his wife and 5 children, their spouses, and 10 grandchildren.

Along with fading memories of his 1 short year as Staples’ accidental principal.

The Thankful Tree

One of the coolest courses at Staples is Child Study. Under the direction of the very talented Linda McClary, high school students oversee an actual play school.

Little kids love holidays. At Halloween, teenagers lead toddlers on trick-or-treat missions through the halls. Next month, they’ll sing carols.

For Thanksgiving, they’ve prepared a “Thankful Tree.”

It’s set up in the hall outside the play school. Children, Staples students, teachers and parents are invited to write a line of thanks, and stick it on the tree.

The tags make intriguing reading.

Here’s a sampling. All begin “I am thankful for…”:

  • …my dog Hudson.
  • …family, friends and a good education.
  • …chocolate.
  • …my daddy taking me on a roller coaster, and my mommy taking me to birthday parties.
  • …the food I get to eat.
  • …my toys.
  • …love.

Out of the mouths of babes (and teens)…

Remembering Nick Georgis

Nick Georgis — a very popular Staples physics teacher for over 30 years, with a passion for ham radio and Staples soccer — died Wednesday. He was 85.

In 2004, I interviewed Nick for my book “Staples High School: 120 Years of A+ Education.” Here’s what he said:

I was born in New Jersey in 1927, and moved to Connecticut at 6 or 7. My dad, who was Greek and fled the Turks, and then worked himself up from dishwasher to restaurant and property owner, lost everything in the Depression.

I graduated from Roger Ludlowe High School in Fairfield in 1944. I was drafted, and went into field artillery – the radio section – of the Army, in Japan. After graduating from Fordham University I became a chemist, but it was hard to get jobs.

I worked in a paint factory as a quality control chemist. There was lots of sketchy behavior there. I worked at Dupont, blew the whistle on them for contaminating a cemetery, then blew the whistle on a battery company, and got fired.

Nick Georgis, doing what he loved best: teaching.

My wife suggested teaching physics. Westport was the only district interested in hiring. [Staples principal] Stan Lorenzen saw my zeal, and suggested I get more physics courses. I took 7 years of courses around the country, and was hired in 1959.

I loved the new Staples building on North Avenue. I was in heaven. I had a room and a lab to do whatever I wanted. I had 4 physics classes, and was happier than a lark. And I was paid the magnificent sum of $5,000.

Once a month, [industrial arts teacher] Auran Fox and I drove to surplus stores upstate. We picked up a huge  radar magnet off a World War II destroyer for 50 cents. We put it in the truck, and football players carried it upstairs. I just signed my name for everything, and sent the bill to the Board of Education. Finally they said I couldn’t do that, because I didn’t have a proper purchase order. Well, I never knew ahead of time what I was going to get!

Sigfried Schreiner, another industrial arts teacher – and a survivor of the Bataan Death March – made me a crossbow. Ed Ponte added a compass. We’d go out on the football field, and shoot at different angles. The kids did all kinds of calculations based on that. We almost hit a girl on the field hockey field, though, so we had to curtail that.

Clarence Berger, who had gone to the Bronx High School of Science and Wesleyan, was a super teacher and the head of the science department. He became my mentor. He was crackerjack. He told me to tape myself teaching. I realized I was tongue-tied. I had 12 Merit Scholars the first year, and just tried to keep up with them.

Nick Georgis had a great sense of humor. Here he portrayed himself as a mad scientist.

As department head Stan Rhodes gave us carte blanche to teach what we wanted. In later years we were told what to teach and how to teach it. But no one bothered me, because no one knew what physics was about.

We started with 100 boys in physics, and 1 girl. Thirty years later, it was 50-50. One girl, who was a Merit Scholar, didn’t think she could do physics. I said, “You can do anything you want.” No one had ever told her that before.

One girl is now a Ph.D. professor at the University of Alaska. Other women are teaching at the university level too – and men, of course. The payoff comes years later.

The first test I gave, kids were giving Morse Code answers to each other. I recognized it, and tapped back: “Stop transmitting.” That incident helped start K1UAT. We turned my prep room into a ham radio club. One Saturday afternoon we strung wire for an antenna from the top of the auditorium to Building 7 – without permission. No one knew it was there until it snowed; then everyone saw it.

We trained over 300 kids as amateur radio operators. Many of them are still active. We bought Heath kits, and soldered our radios together. Junior high kids couldn’t wait to get to Staples, and join K1UAT.

When Room 963 was being built, I strung wires and pipes during the construction. We put 9 antennas on the roof – again without permission. One day in 1964, when Barry Goldwater was running for president, I contacted him – he was a ham operator too. He said he’d call back.

Stan Rhodes came in during class and said, “Barry Goldwater’s on the phone for you.” The kids were amazed. We set up a call for noon. When I said, “Thank you, Senator,” he said, “No, call me Barry.”

I went to the social studies department, and made sure 963 was packed. At exactly 12 o’clock, he called. He said, “K1UAT, this is G3″ — whatever his call sign was – “hey Nick, how ya doin’?” The kids were astonished. He took questions from them, and said, “The tougher the questions, the better – they won’t sandbag me.” We hung his card in our room with all the others we’d received.

We also talked to King Hussein of Jordan. Again, Stan told me in class he was on the phone. His call sign was JY1 – he was #1 in the whole country. He started out, “Ah, my good friend Nick, how are you?” It was electrifying.

In retirement, Nick Georgis created and sold “Nerd Kards” — baseball-style cards portraying famous scientists.

I did other things, too. Craig [Matheson] and I devised a pulley system for [the Staples Players’ production of] “Peter Pan.” That was interdisciplinary education at its best.

And I loved soccer – I’d help start the program when I was a student at Ludlowe. When I met [Staples coach] Albie Loeffler, I knew he was the one to emulate. I went to every game I could. It was so enjoyable to watch those kids – they were special.

Teaching was God and apple pie for me. To this day, I still have all my grade books. Whenever I hear a name mentioned, I go back and look up that student. Staples is still very much in my heart.

Inspiring Recommendations

In the best of times, writing college recommendations for high school seniors is an unseen, time-consuming and often thankless task that Staples teachers do.

They do it because they care so much about their students — even those they had 2 or 3 years ago.

These are not, of course, the best of times.

But — in the midst of all the other mayhem last week, despite concern about their own homes, yards and families — dozens of Staples teachers made sure they got their students’ college recommendations in on time.

There was special urgency. Hurricane Sandy hit on October 29. The deadline for many recommendations was November 1. Though most teachers start writing in the spring — when the most diligent students request them — not all were finished.

Teenagers — surprise! — often procrastinate.

It takes at least an hour — sometimes 2 — to write just one recommendation. Each one must sound unique, and special. Each must describe the student and the course, and contain personal anecdotes and insights.

Then they must be processed. Many are submitted electronically, via the Naviance online system (not easy when the power is out). Though some colleges still require paper copies, those must be printed out. (Ditto.)

One teacher — who requested anonymity, saying “I’m no different from my colleagues” — began preparing for the college recommendation crunch even before the winds picked up.

“In the middle of shopping, getting gas and cash from the ATM, I was trying to get my final recommendations done,” the teacher says.

On Tuesday — without power — the teacher went to Panera, where there was WiFi. But a downed cell tower prevented further work.

The teacher tried other places. They had power, but the connection was too slow to upload the recs.

So it was on to Staples — the office supply store, not the high school — to print out copies.

The teacher downplayed such college recommendation heroics — and did not expect any praise.

“Parents and kids have no way of knowing how much time we spend on this, or that we have to fit it in around everything else we do. Sometimes I get a really nice thank-you note, and that makes me feel good.”

Sometimes, though, there is not even a cursory “thanks.”

So why do teachers do it?

“We could never say no,” the teacher says, speaking for many colleagues.

“Kids need recommendations to get into college. We’ve had them in class. We like them a lot, and we want them to do well.

“It’s not something we have to do,” the teacher emphasized. “It’s not part of our contract. It’s something we want to do.”

So they do it even during a terrible storm. When teachers’ own lives have been uprooted just like the trees all around their — and their students’ — homes.

If There’s Gonna Be School On Monday…

…this stretch of North Avenue — a major route between Staples, Bedford Middle, Coleytown Middle and Coleytown El — will have to be cleared.

This is the scene today, at the sharp curve just north of the Merritt Parkway bridge.

(Photos by Avi Silberman)

One More Source For Sandy News

As Hurricane Sandy bears down, Ned Hardy — an editor with Inklings, the Staples newspaper — sent this email to “06880”:

We have no school, and we’ll probably have no power soon, but InklingsNews.com is constantly updating with photos and stories.

We’re also tweeting @InklingsNews and generally working to keep the town informed. We’ve posted some awesome photo albums of Compo Beach, Main Street tonight, and other really interesting storm preparation shots.

We’ll also be posting articles tomorrow from a mobile app, so even with no power, Inklings will be there.

Click here for Inklings.com.

A photo of an already flooded house, from InklingsNews.com

Staples’ Snapchat

When New York magazine needed a specific example of the popularity of Snapchat —  “a wickedly simple new app for the iPhone that allows the user to take a photo, scribble or type on it, and then send it to a friend” (the catch: a few seconds after viewing it, it disappears) — they went to one place where it’s been wildly popular.

Staples High School.

Snapchat’s beauty — or ugliness — lies in selfies. Those are the (usually terrible-looking) self-portraits users take with their phones, then send to friends or post online.

“For kids more conscious than any generation before them of their faces’ various angles and how they might be rendered alien and grotesque onscreen, the chance to look ugly and not worry that it might end up haunting them on the Internet is actually revelatory,” New York reports.

Of course, this being 2012…

“One (Staples) senior girl, Allie, remembers receiving a picture of a female friend, naked, with her privates scribbled over. (It was a joke.),” New York reports.

And “a senior guy, who is openly gay, once received a nude photo from another male student, who is not openly gay. (Not a joke.) He glanced at it, but then in a heartbeat it was gone.”

According to Snapchat’s 22-year-old co-founder and CEO, Evan Spiegel, “it doesn’t actually make sense for sexting. Because you see the photo for, what, three seconds?”

Snapchat photos don’t last very long.

“Snapchat is currently sharing more than 10 million images a day,” New York notes, “but already some students at Staples say they are growing sick of the app—people are overusing it, flooding other kids’ phones. And many were recently distressed to discover that it was possible to capture screen shots of received photos.

“Already, says a junior named Kelly, students have begun sending less ugly and, hence, less funny, photos….

“Another junior named Will, who claims he introduced the app to the school, is now considering quitting it altogether.”

So there you go, parents.

By the time you start worrying about Snapchat, it will be gone.

And you can start worrying about the next social media app you have no idea your kids are using.

Unearthing Time Capsules, Wherever They Are

Different things keep different people up at night.

Dave Kokoszka recently wrote:

Something has puzzled me for a long time. When I was in 1st grade, a capsule was buried at Greens Farms Elementary School. We all made drawings that were buried in a ceremony on the front lawn. Might have been 1976. It seems that the whole grounds in the front of the school have changed.

Yes and yes. It was 1976, and the front of the school has indeed changed. State laws now mandate separate different loops for buses and cars. And you thought government just didn’t care!

The bicentennial time capsule seems to have gone the way of most others: buried with great fanfare, then forgotten half an hour later.

The Green’s Farms Elementary School time capsule could be buried anywhere.

Artifacts buried in cornerstones fare a bit better.

One of the most famous cornerstones in Westport was laid on April 22, 1884. It was the dedication of “Horace Staples’ High School” on Riverside Avenue. A crowd of 2,500 showed up; even Connecticut Governor Thomas Waller was there.

Among the contents deposited in a copper box: the names of all Westport public and private school teachers; a Bible; an 1884 silver dollar; newspapers and almanacs; a list of Westport fire companies; information from the 17th Regiment, which had gathered in Fairfield the year before to recollect their Civil War engagements; the names of the architects and workmen involved in the construction of the high school; an 1860 dollar bill from Horace Staples’ bank, and a biographical sketch of the school’s founding.

The box was lowered. A “colored workman” from Easton spread cement. A minister proclaimed: “I lay the cornerstone of an edifice to be erected by the name of ‘Staples High School,’ to be devoted to the promotion of sound learning and Christian education.”

And there the stone lay, for 83 years.

The original Staples High School. The cornerstone was in there somewhere.

In the fall of 1967, Staples Hall – the original brick building, by then decrepit, rat-infested and overshadowed by the “modern” Bedford Junior High School (now Saugatuck Elementary) — was slated for demolition.

The occasion drew a small crowd — including Frank Osborne, a graduate of Staples’ Class of 1894 (and still a Westport resident).

During the wrecking operation, the cornerstone was recovered. The old copper box and its contents of 30 items were given to First Selectman Herbert E. Baldwin.

The lintel from the original Staples High School building — and the cornerstone — were among the few items salvaged during the 1967 demolition on Riverside Avenue.

Plans were to eventually hand the box to trustees of the Horace Staples estate. “There is hope that it can be opened publicly with some trace of the ceremony with which it was laid in the corner almost 100 years ago,” the Town Crier reported.

That did not happen. Instead, the cornerstone was stuffed into the back of Staples’ main office safe on North Avenue. In 1976, a Staples class used it during their study of the American bicentennial.

Yes, the same bicentennial celebration during which a group of Green’s Farms Elementary School students buried a time capsule. Unlike Staples, it is now lost to history.

Postscript: The Westport Historical Society gained possession of the Staples box (minus a few items) in the late 1970s. That cornerstone – along with the lintel now on display at the North Avenue entrance, some souvenir bricks, a clock in Sherman Betts’ home, and fading memories of longtime Westporters – are all that remain of the building that, for over eight decades, was Staples High School.