May 27, 1982
HIGH LIFE
Page 3
Baur Reflects On First Year
As GHS Principal
The Rhyme Of The Ancient Teacher’
Dear Students and Faculty:
As the 1981-82 school year
comes to a close I would like
to share some of my reflec
tions with you. When I inter
viewed the Greensboro City
Schools I researched the
school system, the com
munity, the state and in-
tensly Grimsley High
School. All indications were
positive with unbelieveable
information regarding the
history and prestigious
background of G.H.S. I con
ducted my investigation
while the central administra
tion, parents, teachers and
students were conducting
their investigation into my
professional qualifications
and personal qualities.
Never in my career had 1
been through such an inten
sive investigation. Three
weeks after my initial inter
view I was announced as the
fifth principal in the history
of Grimsley High School.
My annoucment was Tues
day, August 11, with my
first full day as principal on
August 12. I have never
been so excited about a posi
tion nor so enthusiastic. As
I write this message I have
retained and enhanced that
excitement and enthusiasm
and I’m anxiously awaiting
future years as principal of
the finest high school in the
United States.
Why have I been able to
retain this feeling? Because
of the support and backing
from the students, faculty
and community. It is my
determination and dedica
tion to be fair, equal and con
sistent with rules and
regulations. Any society in
which we exist must be
orderly and with the purpose
of obtaining worthwhile
goals and objectives. Each
of you has individual goals
that we educators can help
you obtain, but the overall
goal of public education is to
prepare each of you to take
your place in our democratic
society and to become active
citizens. In attempting to
achieve this goal it is impor
tant that the school environ
ment be one to foster certain
freedoms, happiness, respect
of one another, and com
petency level to insure you
success.
As the school year has
progressed I have observed
so many positive im
provements. I give you my
commitment to continue to
work hard for each of you
and to improve my
weaknesses and build on my
strengths. I ask for your
help in this endeavor. . .for
together we can always be
No. 1 ,
Have a good summer.
Sincerely,
Bonny M. Baur, Principal
Grimsley Senior High
School
‘Rose Wilson’
By Tim Hampton
(Tim Hampton, an English student of Ms. Kernodle, won
first place in the Greensboro O. Henry Short Story competi
tion with the following entry.)
The buds burst, and the
sweet fragrance was once
agEiin present. The smell was
there, not of the flowers, not
of the freshly cut grass. It
was a unique smell one
sensed on an evening walk
down a shaded street. It was
the smell of spring.
Mrs. Wilson leaned out of
the kitchen window and was
met by an overgrown rose
bush. “Damn those stupid
bees! Why do they have to
buzz around my bush?’’
The tea kettle whistled as
the eccentric widow fled to
the stove and filled her
favorite mug. “Too hot,’’
she said as she poured the
white cream into the steam
ing coffee.
Mrs. Wilson was a comfor
table, chubby, old lady hid
ing in her white framed
house on Parkway Drive.
Her winter loneliness mel
ted away as her roses began
to bloom. She left her coffee
to cool as she filled her
watering bucket and tugged
it through the door, mutter
ing as she spilled water on
the floor.
“My roses, my roses, you
are back with me again,’’
she said as she sprinkled
water on the bushes. “You
look better than ever. Oh,
don’t tell Mr. Wilson; he
wouldn’t want to know a
woman did better. You see, I
know more than he did.
All you need is water, sun
shine, and a httle love.’’
Satisfied, she returned to
the waiting coffee and then
rested.
The following day brought
rain, so there was no need to
water the flowers. She sat
back in the dining room chair
quickly, feeling alone. The
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It is an ancient teacher
Who suddenly accosteth me.
“By thy long grey hair and evil eye,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me.”
By Brad Howard
“The second floor is such a bore
During early lunch.
The students there, to my despair
Are such a noisy bunch. ”
The homeroom's doors are opened wide
And I must hurry in;
The students are met, the classroom set.
My'St hear the merry din.
She held me with a skinny hand;
“There was a school, ” quoth she.
“Hold off! Unhand me grey-haird loon!” .
Eftsoons my hand dropped she.
She holds me with a glittering eye-
A tardy student still,
I listen like a three year's child.
That woman hath my will!
And thus I say upon a stone
I could not choose but hear.
And thus spake on that teacher,
As I sat there in fear.
The teachers were cheered, the lounge was
cleared,
Merrily did we run
To our classes, to our rooms.
We thought it so much fun.
The principal came up upon the left
Out of Hell came She!
She spoke bright, then to the right.
She turned and stared at me.
And now Mr. Fuller came, and he was tyran
nous and strong:
He stuck us with o 'ertaking wings
And chased us to class along.
Running hard, away we'd go.
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe.
And forward bends his head;
We ran fast, prayed for the last.
And classward, aye, we fled.
She was so old, her manner bold,
I looked into her eyes;
She told me of her classes old.
And of absent students lies.
“The late bell rang
With a monstrous clang
To the students in the hall. ”
“I was out of luck
My locker stuck ”
Amazed her with their gall.
“Teachers, it's us, ” quoth she,
“Were the missing link.
Teachers, teachers everywhere.
But none of us can think!”
Students here, students there.
Students all around.
Though on any Friday,
Tere are none to be found!
“I must go. ” She bade me” No,
My story you must hear.
Of a teacher whom you fear. ”
To her, I know, math was fun.
She could prove that two was one!
And even though she taught so fine.
My final grade was sixty-nine.
“There was another, ” she did say,
“Who had the name of Bert, ”
(I had him early in the day.
But I rarely did the work!)
He told us of his teaching job.
Poor jokes, psychology, and Doctor Cobb.
He spoke of a dentist schizophrenic.
And how he wanted a twenty chair clinic.
Who became angry when thwarted one day.
And then they came and took him away.
“Now I'll tell you of my good woman Spike,
And how she did something one awful nite. ”
In teaching German, she may be the best,'
But a long time ago, she escaped to the
West!
Third period I'd travel across the hall.
Speak French, eat donuts, and have such a
ball.
Place bets on Carolina, and of course Cedric
Coakley,
All in the French Class of Madame Oakley.
Next in the day, I go to band.
This class we miss whenever we can.
The whole ci^iss always gives Rooker lip.
And every Friday everyone skips!
“Really, ” said I, “I must go to lunch. ”
“Listen, ” said she, “And then thou shalt
munch!”
“You know,” she said, “That lunch was so
slack.
Most of the students would never come
back!”
Some students thought that school was a
joke,
They'd skip every day, hang out, and toke.
These students, you know, are referred to as
heads.
They take drugs until they seem dead.
The Ancient Teacher told me of my classes.
As to why. I'm still at a loss,
It sounds so familiar.
But needs an Albatross!
Student Elections
(Continued from Page 1)
’82-’83 will be: President,
Jay Floyd; President Pro-
Tern, Karen Seagraves; Se
cretary/Treasurer, Amy
Russell; YRC Chairperson,
Michelle Martorano; and
Pep Board Chairperson, Ta-
mera Majors.
Policy Changes
(Continued from Page 1)
have a little more leeway down no snecific punish-
than this, if the policy is
School Board approved, it
will “be enforced to the
letter.’’ This differs from
Rules and Regulations,
which offer personal discre
tion in dealing with various
situations but which set
ment.
The new policy will be
spelled out in next year’s
handbook, and Baur expects
to review it herself with each
class. It is almost certain that
changes made will lean to
wards a stricter policy