Stuyvesant High School, NYC
I attended Stuyvesant High School in New York City from 1977-1981.
Stuy is a New York City public high school that specializes inmathematics and science. It is one of the most competitive public high schools in the United States, sending more students to some of the nation's most prestigious universities than most other public or private schools.[5] The school opened in 1904 on Manhattan's East Side and moved to a new building in Battery Park City in 1992. Stuyvesant is noted for its strong academic programs, having produced many notable alumni including four Nobel laureates.[6] U.S. News & World Report ranked it twenty-third in their 2008 list of America's best "Gold-Medal" high schools.
I went to the Stuy located at 15th Street and First Avenue.
I attended
Stuyvesant High School from
1977-1981. Stuy is one of the specialized high schools in the NYC Public
School system (you had to take a test to get in; the focus of the schools
is math and science).
Stuy is
now located in a new, hi-tech building in the Wall Street area; way
back in the day it was located on 15th Street near 1st Avenue in Manhattan.
Me from the 1981 yearbook.
Frank McCourt, from the 1981 yearbook. At least his picture is unflattering too.
From my
10th HS reunion in 1991.
McCourt hadn't written Angela's Ashes yet. I don't recall
if he had retired from teaching by this reunion.
Frank with
me and my classmate and best friend Carole Brown.
Frank in 2000:
McCourt was in Durham, NC in January 2000 to promote 'Tis.
I was asked, as a former student of his, by a local bookstore to introduce
him before a crowd of 2500 people who turned up to hear Frank speak
at a fundraiser for one of our magnet high schools.
great to see him; I went backstage before he went on, and of course
he didn't recognize me from the last reunion, but I brought my trusty
'81 Indicator (he recognized me in that context), the pix you see above
from the 10th reunion, and my copies of Angela's Ashes and 'Tis
for him to sign. I didn't get any decent pix from the event, or I'd
have posted them! He was a real tale spinner and was mobbed like a true
celebrity after the event!
the introduction I gave that evening:
evening. Frank McCourt was one of the most popular teachers at Stuyvesant.
Everyone I knew hoped that they would see his name on their program
card at some point during our four years there. By the luck of the draw,
in the fall of 1980 I had the pleasure of being in his Creative Writing
class. Why was he popular? Aside from his charm, ability to spin a good
yarn (and sing), he engaged us in feisty discussion. He encouraged us
to read (oh, Hamlet!), to write and to share those written experiences,
dreams and flights of fancy. We had to keep a journal, and on each Friday,
a few of us would be called to read journal entries aloud. What I most
remember, as I look back now, was the loving, constructive criticism
he gave our work, and the open, unstructured environment he created
for us to excel in. By the way, I received a 93 in his class, so I guess
I was actually paying attention. When Angela's Ashes came out to much
acclaim, some of my classmates and I discussed Frank's amazing journey
into the limelight and we all thought how success must embarrass and
dismay this humble man, and how he must think he doesn't deserve any
of it. But of course he's bonkers. We're glad you decided not to stick
that manuscript in a drawer, because you saved your most truly amazing
yarns for publication to share with the world. And now Frank McCourt...
The Urban Setting
(lots to do at lunchtime and after school outside on 15th St. Now I feel sorry for all those folks who actually lived around there!)
Stuy's wonderful
auditorium, a place for meeting and chatting before classes. Study halls
were often held here.
An empty hallway at the old Stuy. A rare sight. Everyone must be at the infamous, non-existent pool on the top floor.
Good God! What in the world am I wearing? My friend and home room mate Marghiee and I are waiting outside before class on 15th St. Here I am out on 15th again with Carole, Tasia, and Marghiee.
Motley Homeroom Crew
Gym class.
Oh the horror! I never got to be a squad leader -- they got the red leader shirts like the Beastie Boys wore in their early days. Anyway,
NO ONE liked gym. Remember the gymnastics rotation? I nearly killed myself on the uneven parallel bars. One semester, I convinced one of the teachers to let me bring in a jump rope so that I could teach folks double dutch.
Teachers I Had At Stuy --
in more ways than one...
of the gym teachers that inflicted humiliation on us. He always
seemed sadistic, but maybe it was me. I
barely passed Physics, but I was very entertained during my my tenure
with Mr. Birke. One time a student slipped outof class without his
knowledge and returned much later with McDonalds and ate it in class
and he never noticed. Another
gym terrorist, although he was funny to watch while he ordered folks
Crosby made French classes fun. I had a 97 average. Woo-hoo! Yet
another gym terrorist. Really, I am sure that out of the school,
Mrs. Houlihan was a nice person, but little did she know how we
had nightmares of final "tests." I
did well in Miss Lorenzo's French class as well, though what I remember
most about her is that she wore black almost every day for a long
time; she was in mourning for a family member, her father, I believe.
Anna Mutnick
French classes with Mr. Mayorkas were unbelievable. His eccentricities
were legendary. It was amazing what went on in class without his
knowledge. I
loved Mrs. Mutnick. She was my English teacher one semester, and
I always sat in the front row. I felt sorry for her sometimes, because
some of the folks in my class were extremely inattentive and kind
of rowdy by Stuy standards. I
took several art classes with Mr. Rosen. He was acerbic with a lot
of the kids that thought art period was for kicking back. He and
I got along very well, because I was always interested in what he
had to say, and he spent a great deal of time cultivating my talents,
limited though they were.
Pulitzer Prize-winning author, storyteller, and my teacher at Stuy, Frank McCourt, passes on
The author of Angela's Ashes, 'Tis, and Teacher Man, Frank McCourt, passed away yesterday at the age of 78. Long-time Blenders know that Frank McCourt was one of my teachers my teachers at Stuyvesant High School in NYC (class of 1981). These photos were taken at my 10th high school reunion.
There is a fitting piece in the NYT about Frank.
His former students will tell you that Frank McCourt, who died Sunday, was too attuned to the false note to ever declare, once he had become a huge success as an author, that he missed teaching high school. Even so, he spent three decades as a teacher of English and creative writing in New York City's public schools. And he was the first to say that those years, while depriving him of the time to actually write, were what made a writer out of him. He had long been retired by 1996, when his first book, "Angela's Ashes," was published.
...Mr. McCourt began teaching in 1958, when he was 28, at Ralph R. McKee Vocational High School in Staten Island and from 1972 to 1987 taught at Stuyvesant High School, a highly selective school then on East 15th Street in Manhattan. His students learned from him that literature was nothing more — and nothing less — than the telling of stories. Of course, he made his students dip into the canon; they learned to write from reading Swift, Joyce, Hawthorne, Hemingway and Flannery O'Connor. But, as many of them have said, the most inspired and inspiring hours spent in his classroom were devoted to listening to him share experiences from his own life.
"A lot of the class was him telling tales and telling them over and over," said Alissa Quart, an author and a 2009 Neiman Fellow at Harvard who had Mr. McCourt during her freshman year at Stuyvesant, in 1985-86. "He used to sort of recite from memory the stories that became 'Angela's Ashes.' "
And that was all true. From time to time Frank's brother Malachy McCourt (a character actor who appeared on many NY-based soaps) would come to class and we would learn and be entertained by their stories (photos from my yearbook follow). After hours, he and Frank would appear at local clubs in a show they wrote, A Couple of Blaguards. It was wonderful to listen to him talk about "the glories" of Catholicism (and sin in particular). Here's a video of him discussing his teaching years.
I last saw Frank McCourt in January 2000. He was in Durham, NC for a local fundraiser while on his 'Tis tour. I was asked by a local bookstore to introduce him before a crowd of 2,500 people at the School of the Arts for his reading and talk. Here is the introduction I gave that evening:
Good evening. Frank McCourt was one of the most popular teachers at Stuyvesant. Everyone I knew hoped that they would see his name on their program card at some point during our four years there. By the luck of the draw, in the fall of 1980 I had the pleasure of being in his Creative Writing class. Why was he popular? Aside from his charm, ability to spin a good yarn (and sing), he engaged us in feisty discussion. He encouraged us to read (oh, Hamlet!), to write and to share those written experiences, dreams and flights of fancy.
We had to keep a journal, and on each Friday, a few of us would be called to read journal entries aloud. What I most remember, as I look back now, was the loving, constructive criticism he gave our work, and the open, unstructured environment he created for us to excel in. By the way, I received a 93 in his class, so I guess I was actually paying attention.
When Angela's Ashes came out to much acclaim, some of my classmates and I discussed Frank's amazing journey into the limelight and we all thought how success must embarrass and dismay this humble man, and how he must think he doesn't deserve any of it. But of course he's bonkers. We're glad you decided not to stick that manuscript in a drawer, because you saved your most truly amazing yarns for publication to share with the world. And now Frank McCourt...
It was great to see him; I went backstage before he went on, and of course he didn't recognize me from the last reunion, but I brought my trusty '81 Indicator yearbook (he recognized me in that context), and my copies of Angela's Ashes and 'Tis for him to sign. He was mobbed like a true celebrity after the event, but he was mobbed as a popular teacher back in the day. Everyone wanted to be in Frank's class.
Goodbye, Frank.
He discusses his teaching years, religion, politics, and life in Ireland in this video. It captures his storytelling style.
McCourt records the trials, triumphs, and surprises he faced during his thirty-year teaching career in public high schools in New York City. "Doggedness," he says, is "not as glamorous as ambition or talent or intellect or charm, but still the one thing that got me through the days and nights." Frank McCourt describes his struggle to find his way in the classroom and create a lasting impression on his students. Frank McCourt was born in 1930 in Brooklyn, New York, to Irish immigrant parents, grew up in Limerick, Ireland, and returned to America in 1949. His first book, Angela's Ashes, won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the LA Times Book Award. An introduction to the forum is provided by Kathleen McCartney, Dean and Gerald S. Lesser Professor in Early Childhood Development.
10th Reunion - 1991
Class of 1981 attendees at the 10th. Click to see it enlarged.
20th Reunion - October 13, 2001, Nell's
At Marghiee's "pad."
The pix below are
from Matthew Alexander's digital camera.
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