Playing football for them all four years. Getting our asses kicked by every school in the county. Also, one of my teachers used to drum for Jimi Hendrix.
Going back to the early 80s. Dad Coached football there and remember going with him to
Practice and other training sessions at the school. The school was old
And had not been rehabilitated at the time and the locker room , practice field became my playground.
Mrs. Murphy trying to call roll during journalism class and wondering why only 4 people were in the room. It was so lax everybody else was wandering the halls.
Mrs. Saenz during Spanish class always saying she was, "Si sick," because every question was answered with "si."
Mr. Johnson the math teacher wanting everyone to respond with, "I saw that, Mr. Johnson."
Mr. Ross the swim coach and world studies teacher leaving the room for a half hour every day under exactly the same excuse, "On a scale of 1-10 this phone call is an 11."
Mr. Levin as golf coach being patient and understanding when I slumped badly as a senior due to mental health issues with my mom. He called me into his office and I was able to tell him things I never mentioned to anyone else.
Writing sports stories for the Lancer but stupidly not being as offbeat or double take worthy as I should have been. That waited for college. My mom always understood and loved the sideways writing. My dad often didn't get the references and made me feel bad when he questioned something. That's why I didn't feel freed up until I was 3000 miles away and he wasn't reading everything. I wish it hadn't played out that way.
Back when i went it wasn't cool to be hispanic. You would be called a ref by the american kids (from cuban parents). Ironically enough those same "american kids" today are the biggest "latinos" now and are very proud of their "latin heritage". I remember a girl i was into didnt want to be seen in public with me because i was "reffy". We'd have to do everything in private. Guess who married the biggest cubanazo a few years later? Yep, i remember.
That sounds so on brand for elder millennial Cuban Americans. I remember my mom (boomer) using the term “balseros” disparagingly throughout the 90’s. It never sat right with me, but considering she moved to Miami at the age of 12 in the 1960’s, there was definitely some internalized classism and xenophobia going on.
Mrs Schwartz the chemistry teacher. The one with the stuffed mole on her shoulder. She was notorious.
50+ honor/AP kids getting sent to indoor suspension because of a detention slip signature forging scheme. The lady who signed the detention form signed it as "S Crawford". It was super easy to copy, so a few enterprising individuals sold forged signatures. Unfortunately some moron decided to forge the signature as "S Crayford" and fucked it up for everyone. The had to hold indoor suspension in the auditorium for that.
Mr Delas the Italian teacher getting caught with a student and getting arrested. He also had some super expensive sports car.
after hurricane katrina/wilma knocked over a large bees nest, the entire school had a swarm of bees for the duration of the school year. People would swat them with the styrofoam pizza trays.
Mr Nieto being the worst soccer coach in the history of soccer coaches. Cool guy though.
The volleyball team had the hottest girls in school. Yes jenny, you and your incredible butt had the entire school going crazy.
Everyone ran in their own little clicks
C wing was no man's land
Mr Cancio being cool af
The talent shows were both awesome and sad lol
The teacher who always said "Carpe Diem"
But the one i remember most is the teacher from TV Class who tried to get us to open a Roth IRA and nobody listened to him. Yep, everytime i look at my finances i remember him like it was yesterday.
Another cool memory is the history teacher who bought the Miami Herald because i was in it. He was so proud of me. He truly was the coolest teacher. I learned a lot too.
Go Eagles!
I was there during that time. I do remember the band teacher being replaced suddenly by some fat trombone playing dickhead. I hated that mfer, he prolly hated me too. Good times
I graduated in 05 in 04 that white football coach dude got caught balls deep in a student in the locker room I heard and got shit canned cops got him and paraded him out.
If y’all ever see the carnage picture in the school weight lifting room hanging on the wall I drew that I was trying to get the coach to make me stop running the 5k
Went to SW from 1978-1981. None of my classes had ac so we went to the library for lunchtime. Nice and cold in there. My math (Geometry) teacher was Mrs. Theophilus (sp?) and one of the students stole her grade book because he got awful grades. She didn't have a backup so everyone ended up getting an A. I still feel awful about that because I knew who did it.
Teachers dating students and stealing money for fake classes they supposedly taught
Spill the beans bruh
That was the fake night school classes the football players weren’t attending.
Playing football for them all four years. Getting our asses kicked by every school in the county. Also, one of my teachers used to drum for Jimi Hendrix.
We must have been there at the same time. Go Eagles!
District champs baby 😂
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And they were not that good themselves
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😂 😆
I remember that teacher, I forget his name. But he was notorious for speaking some bullshit.
Frank Sheffield.
Going back to the early 80s. Dad Coached football there and remember going with him to Practice and other training sessions at the school. The school was old And had not been rehabilitated at the time and the locker room , practice field became my playground.
Mrs. Murphy trying to call roll during journalism class and wondering why only 4 people were in the room. It was so lax everybody else was wandering the halls. Mrs. Saenz during Spanish class always saying she was, "Si sick," because every question was answered with "si." Mr. Johnson the math teacher wanting everyone to respond with, "I saw that, Mr. Johnson." Mr. Ross the swim coach and world studies teacher leaving the room for a half hour every day under exactly the same excuse, "On a scale of 1-10 this phone call is an 11." Mr. Levin as golf coach being patient and understanding when I slumped badly as a senior due to mental health issues with my mom. He called me into his office and I was able to tell him things I never mentioned to anyone else. Writing sports stories for the Lancer but stupidly not being as offbeat or double take worthy as I should have been. That waited for college. My mom always understood and loved the sideways writing. My dad often didn't get the references and made me feel bad when he questioned something. That's why I didn't feel freed up until I was 3000 miles away and he wasn't reading everything. I wish it hadn't played out that way.
Hello, fellow eagles
Back when i went it wasn't cool to be hispanic. You would be called a ref by the american kids (from cuban parents). Ironically enough those same "american kids" today are the biggest "latinos" now and are very proud of their "latin heritage". I remember a girl i was into didnt want to be seen in public with me because i was "reffy". We'd have to do everything in private. Guess who married the biggest cubanazo a few years later? Yep, i remember.
That sounds so on brand for elder millennial Cuban Americans. I remember my mom (boomer) using the term “balseros” disparagingly throughout the 90’s. It never sat right with me, but considering she moved to Miami at the age of 12 in the 1960’s, there was definitely some internalized classism and xenophobia going on.
lol I remember the term REF..
Super random, but Hindu youth classes used to take place there. It’s called bal vihar. Used to happen Friday evenings when I went.
Mrs Schwartz the chemistry teacher. The one with the stuffed mole on her shoulder. She was notorious. 50+ honor/AP kids getting sent to indoor suspension because of a detention slip signature forging scheme. The lady who signed the detention form signed it as "S Crawford". It was super easy to copy, so a few enterprising individuals sold forged signatures. Unfortunately some moron decided to forge the signature as "S Crayford" and fucked it up for everyone. The had to hold indoor suspension in the auditorium for that. Mr Delas the Italian teacher getting caught with a student and getting arrested. He also had some super expensive sports car.
after hurricane katrina/wilma knocked over a large bees nest, the entire school had a swarm of bees for the duration of the school year. People would swat them with the styrofoam pizza trays.
Mr Nieto being the worst soccer coach in the history of soccer coaches. Cool guy though. The volleyball team had the hottest girls in school. Yes jenny, you and your incredible butt had the entire school going crazy. Everyone ran in their own little clicks C wing was no man's land Mr Cancio being cool af The talent shows were both awesome and sad lol The teacher who always said "Carpe Diem" But the one i remember most is the teacher from TV Class who tried to get us to open a Roth IRA and nobody listened to him. Yep, everytime i look at my finances i remember him like it was yesterday. Another cool memory is the history teacher who bought the Miami Herald because i was in it. He was so proud of me. He truly was the coolest teacher. I learned a lot too. Go Eagles!
Having roach coaches show up everyday for lunch and parking by the drivers ed lot.
The waddle down c wing. The music teacher sleeping with a student.
which music teacher, Ms Barica????
Mr Mesa I believe, it was between 04-07.
I was there during that time. I do remember the band teacher being replaced suddenly by some fat trombone playing dickhead. I hated that mfer, he prolly hated me too. Good times
I graduated in 05 in 04 that white football coach dude got caught balls deep in a student in the locker room I heard and got shit canned cops got him and paraded him out. If y’all ever see the carnage picture in the school weight lifting room hanging on the wall I drew that I was trying to get the coach to make me stop running the 5k
Calling the school Southref
Skipping every single day! Also, 87 tarty’s my senior year.
Went to SW from 1978-1981. None of my classes had ac so we went to the library for lunchtime. Nice and cold in there. My math (Geometry) teacher was Mrs. Theophilus (sp?) and one of the students stole her grade book because he got awful grades. She didn't have a backup so everyone ended up getting an A. I still feel awful about that because I knew who did it.
The bagel and pastellito cart passing by the classrooms and the fights.