Archive for October, 2012

Meeting Pete

It took me awhile to be able to post on here. I have so many memories of Pete.

Rich’s previous post reminded me of the day I met Pete. It was our first week of high school, in freshmen gym class. It may well have been the first day of high school, period. Thus, no one was comfortable, knew anyone, or wanted to be in freshmen gym with Mr. Thompson.

We were outside, in small groups, feigning practicing kicking a football either off a tee or with someone holding the ball. Pete was in my group. This was 1989, so Pete was wearing white sweat pants rolled to his knees, and weighing all of 98lbs on a good day. On his feet were high top Converse sneakers. He was looking good, people.

It was his turn to kick, so he took this huge running start, much more than needed. Think Charlie Brown, ready to kick the ball from Lucy. Well, much like Charlie Brown, he completely whiffed, missed the ball entirely, and landed flat on his back. Poor guy knocked the wind out of himself, and lay there sputtering, gasping for breath, and a bit mortified.

Me and one other kid sort of picked him up and dusted him off, and didn’t make a big deal out of it. On the way back to the gym, 30 minutes later, someone chuckled, and the three of us laughed so hard we nearly fell over. We hung out in gym class every day for the rest of the year.


Submitted by christine suplick

High School Chemistry

You’ve probably heard this story already – it was one of Pete’s favorites.

In one of our high school science classes – I’m going to say it was freshman honors general science with Mr. Yannick, but I could be wrong – Pete and I were partners whenever possible. One of our first ”lab” assignments was to make ball-and-stick models of molecules. Our teacher said something to the effect of ”pick your favorite molecule, and model it with the parts you have.”

When we were done, the teacher went around to each group and asked which molecule they’d constructed, and what elements it contained. Most groups would say something like, ”We made Methane. It has one Carbon and four Hydrogen atoms,” or ”We made Carbon Dioxide. It has one Carbon and two Oxygen molecules.”

Of course, when he got to Pete and me, Pete busted out with, ”We made a dog! It has a tail that wags. Ruff, ruff!”

The class, predictably, lost it. And the teacher (I believe it was his first year of teaching) was predictably flustered. Unfortunately, he insisted that we come up with the proper chemical name for our pet (I can’t remember what we came up with) and explain what each ball and stick represented. But it was still totally worth it, and I always think of our little dog molecule whenever I look at those models.

Submitted by Rich