CHAPTER THREE - The Detention, Escape and War



DETENTION, DECLARING WAR and ABSOLUTION
CHAPTER THREE 


MY SUCCESS AT DETENTION 
Many times I was sent to detention, I relished it, for several reasons. Most of what was being discussed in various classes was the equivalent of being offered a band-aid when you sliced off your finger, the teacher was boring or a stuffed shirt, and the information being distributed was not accurate, nor relative to things current,  nor scientifically correct.

I inquired as to getting a rubber stamp for my name because I had to sign in so many times.  Instead of staying in detention, I signed in, vanished  and sneaked out to the work shops.  I loved my shop classes, they taught me fundamentals of creativity, functuality, and turning ideas, from thoughts to products of metal and wood.   

From concept to completion, some traits I use even today and almost every day of my life.  I thought, designed, built, crafted, created, tools, devices and gadgets for the common good, and some questionable devices.   Read On.

I was in the first classes to graduate though my marks in English were only securely passing like a B or B+, but not of merit.  Two days with a book taught me her whole curriculum.  My fear was having to do English over since we, the teacher and I  did not agree on many things. I had to learn to sit still and smile.  I gave her the Alfred E. Neuman smile.  I think I drove her nuts.  

Math, the sciences, shops, government and history studies, I did well, got along great with the teachers, who worked with me, except for one other.  You’ll soon meet my Science teacher, my new enemy and the ensuing battle it created which almost got me expelled and an award.   The battle was over the Dinosaurs and Man.  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

WE SUCK AS AN EDUCATION NATION

I am still a devout history nut, my day begins at five AM, looking at the overnight news, reading and watching CCN, The History Channels, The Smithsonian, and my news feeds, etc.  
But I am embarrassed by todays standards of education as history is not as relevant.  Passing SAT tests by any means possible and turning out idiots is not my idea of education.  It an idea of how we pay teachers so the onus is on the test and not learning. When I go into classrooms, I ask the kids about history and it
’s appalling. 

The mistakes of the past will become relevant today.  The potential (recently revised) of 80 million people dead and caused by one man is surfacing again in Donald T-RUMP.

My hatreds are aimed at partisan politics, politicians, cheats , liars and scumbags who do not support the children and teachers. High on todays list are T-RUMP and DeVOS who haven’t a clue, intelligence nor concern… they need to be removed as the damage they are doing is horrific to our children, head first, feet first, I don’t care. 


UNDERSTANDING MY TRUANCY
In school, I excelled in was truancy, my favorite hangouts while cutting class were all of the museums, The Museam of Natural History,  Modern Art,  the huge library in Manhattan, I visited all  the Zoos, from Prospect Park to the Bronx Zoo.  Ebbets Field, Home of the Dodgers five blocks from my house, the National Parks like the Statue of Liberty, and my home away from home the library and the shops.  Camera stores, newspapers, hospitals, learning all about a myriad of things first hand.

Wingate was not teaching me anything I hadn’t learned on my own, I was stagnant being there. There was a beautiful world and many real assets at my fingertips and the challenge was having the chutzpah to take advantage of.   I lived in the library at school, and my home at the City Library at Eastern Parkway and Schenectady Ave, the truancy police never thought to find me there, it had great hiding spots behind staircases,  I did get caught once at the Museam of Art and was reported. 

College was better than high school because you were on your own, I manage better that way.  They tell me thats how I write, unmanageable, I make no claims as a writer.  I am a story teller.  GEORGE W. WINGATE HS which Is responsible for the skills I have today which I credit to my English and Science teachers hatred of me.  They taught me to fight for whats right and they were wrong and in two instances I won. 

 

THINGS THAT CHANGE WHEN YOU GROW UP

I hated Poetry, English class, my Teacher, and Shakespeare in that order.  She was talking about Animal farm by Orwell and Lord of the Flies, and I had read it both two years prior.  

Our Science teacher was another winner, a Bible Babbler pushing the Big Bang theory.  That the Dinosaurs were eliminated by the cavemen…

Being a rebel I preferred reading Popular Science, Pop Mechanics, Aviation News, even Greggs Anatomy and Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien first written in 1954.  

Blurting out, me bad, I slipped and referring to Shakespeare as “ Snake-sh*it”  automatically put me on the snake-sh*t-list.  I did not make things easier… especially when I said,  “ Who cares, he was dead and good riddance”.  

I was thrown into detention so many times I thought they were going to get a directors chair with a my name on the back.  Later on in life, I got my chair but thats another story…

She had no love for me.  She was so far out in left field, the bleachers were in front of her.  She once commented to my parents, (at the annual mother-teacher day): “ We as a family should move to France and Alan can study English as a foreign language”.  It was a good line but….  That was a declaration of war!  Rank on me but don’t ever speak to or against my parents…

For the end of term exam we had to read aloud to the class ( supposedly with emotion) any one page from anything Shakespeare wrote.   Part two was to compose a poem of your choice and something you experienced.  Great thought went into this one.  This was going to be rich...


REVENGE ONE  - THE BOOK REPORT: 

I chose Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar and got in trouble reading a certain passage out loud.  Like Julius Caesar being offered a  relationship by Brutus on one occasion after returning from the wars and after he challenged Brutus’s loyalty.  In those days “ Mano un Mano encounters were common”   

Brutus offered his oral services to prove his loyalty.  Our teacher wasn’t fond of Blow-Job Politics so common today.  And was not familiar with that passage.  OOOps, off to detention.  But five stars in laughs from the class though.  Then before she could realize what had and was happening, I dedicated my first ever poem to her:

PART ONE

SHAKESPEARE DOTH NOT A GENIUS MAKE, 
FOR HE SPAKE IN TERMS REMINISCENT OF A FLAKE,
HIS METER, I FIND HURTS MY EARS, HIS STORIES I FIND, BRING ME TO TEARS, 

AND ALL THOSE MARKS OF SELECTIVE PUNCTUATION, BRING ME...  ALAS NO RESERVATION,
MY RUN-ON SENTENCES PROVIDE ME WITH EXPRESSION,  I AM A STORY TELLER
NOT A CRITIQUER OF A USELESS FICTIONAL BORING BEST SELLER
AND YOUR CLASSES FRANKLY ARE QUITE BORING...   
THUS THE ABUNDANCE OF HIGH OCTAVE SNORING”


I received a standing ovation and cheering for my performance.   Before that I never wrote a line of prose in my life, but times change and there are times you step up to the pump... Truthfully, today I’m finding it, poetry somewhat  interesting, and relaxing.  In fact I compare writing prose to crossword puzzles, you are putting thoughts and things together.  Later,  a couple years ago, reminiscing I expanded my origional poem with an update that I’m happy with.


PART TWO

TODAY, I WRITE AS I SPEAK, MY WORKS REFLECT WHAT I SEEK,
BE IT RELIGION, FOOD, OR POLITICAL, MY REPORTS CAN BE QUITE CRITICAL
I SEEK AND EMBELLISH THE UNCOUTH, WHEN SEEKING THE REALITY OF TRUTH,
THERE ARE SOME DOORS THAT I WILL HAVE TO SMASH OPEN, 
AND THE WORDS WILL APPEAR UNBROKEN,
FOR THE LIARS, CHEATERS AND CROOKS, BRINGING IT OUT IS MY QUEST,
AND WHEN IT BECOMES VERY REAL, FOR ME THAT IS THE BEST OF BEST
AND I WILL BRING IT FORTH TO THE TOP OF THE HEAP,
FEARING NO ONE, NO MAN, NO BEAST, NO CREEP...



REVENGE II - THE SCIENCE PROJECT
The second bad encounter was the Earth Science teacher, I lived my life as numero uno on the hooky list at the Museam of Natural History in NYC.  About  a forty minute train ride from Utica Ave and a Mecca of the Science of Evolution.  Not the story I was getting from the pro Bible-Babble teacher, we called her a refugee from a convent. 

She was an Adam and Eve, snakes and ribs, the Big Bang Bullshit theory, and how the caveman killed off the Dinosaurs.   And thought it carried the same legitimacy as Darwin.  Not in my noodle!  When she turned her back I said to one of my sidekicks across the room, “ What a crock of shit”.  She heard me and I was “ Off to detention”.  

In my travels, I had spent many weekend days in the Dinosaur area of the Museam of Natural History.  I literally wrote the sophomore tenth grade hooky thesis as a project on Darwin, Evolution, the Earths time line from days at the museam and asking enough questions to have the curator there who realized I had a passion for the Jurassic era.“

I asked if I could be a student volunteer at 16 as a teen guide during the summer times in the Dinosaur exhibit”, I was accepted, I even got a parental pass for the school to OK me to be there.  Needed in NY if under sixteen at that time.   Then I got called to the Deans office.

THE CHALLENGE OF THE DEANERY  
Well, the participants were discussing, I was listening.   It included the Bible Babel teacher, my parents, the Dean of Boys, a neutral adult student representative ( like my lawyer) and I had enough!  She wanted me expelled, I countered with her teaching curriculum was incorrect, inundated with falsehoods, and dated.    She made her case.

Time to go to work… I asked permission to speak.  I said since this concerns me, I would like to defend myself.  They all weren’t ready for that, including my mother.  But I stood my ground.

I placed on the table my “ Thesis”.  It was purely a voluntary piece of work on the Dinosaurs.  Looseleaf bound with lots of pictures and sketches.   Thirty pages plus it was college level hand typed,  as the girls in detention could type better than me, and helped me,  organized with lots of pictures, hand outs,  Information gleaned from the museam, pictures I  took at the museam,  Oak Tag time charts, slides, a fake tooth of paper-mache made to T-rex size and did my abbreviated twenty minute explanation of truth about the:  Scientific explanations of the origin of the earth, the Mesozoic Era…  
SEE:  DINOS AND MAN 
  I still follow things sixty five years later.

Her version brought forth that MAN Walked up on the scene and killed the Dinosaurs.  Two million years ago with a stick and a rock.  Even today,  Biblical Babelistic Bullshiters  ( MEDT - Many Evangelical Deprived Thinkers) push the falsehoods. Just think, how did man who has been on the earth less that two million years  just happen to love Pterodactyl wings in Franks Hot Wing Sauce barely 65 million years old?

   Ans: It was the sauce…peppers have been in existence for millions of years.

To this day 2019, I love my Dino’s, they watch me working on my MAC Tower with 32 GB and six drives,  a Tyrannosaurus REX, An American Alligator and a Bald Eagle…  the natural evolution of the reptiles and development of the raptors,  the bald Eagle.  Believed to be between 144 million and 66 million years ago, during the Mesozoic era, the first birds began to evolve.  Hard to believe they were related and not a cave man in sight! They remind me of who I am… and I stood my ground, not stubborn,  just better and pragmatically informed.



SHOWDOWN - THE DEAN WAS COOL, KIND and a DARWINIAN
The Dean said take your stuff and you will do your presentation to the next class at 9:15.   I agreed, this was my chance and I did a thirty minute standup class on dinosaurs to my classmates with the adults ( parents, onlookers, the Dean and another teacher) sitting in the back.  Standing ovation… The Dean was impressed, the Student Commissioner was impressed, my Mother was impressed, my father was beside himself applauding, I smirked. He loved it. The teacher didn’t say a word.   She didn’t return next year and I felt I had saved humanity.

One thing in my favor was my position on the Student Board and support for various projects the school authorized.  The Dean said to me:  “ I got you figured, you love learning, you have a curiosity few have, you just hate school. It’s too slow a pace and too one way”… sometimes to find truth you need to find a different direction.  I told him that I believe truth is found by exploration not memorization.

The Dean said he would give thought to consequence, not for the information I shared, he had not seen anything like it and not about my right to an opinion.  But my rudeness,  I was right for his beliefs but the schools had no policies on creationism and curriculum,  so both sides could or had to be explained.   A week later I got called into the Deans office.

He did cut me some slack, good slack more of a treat than punishment. My penitence, I had to apologize.  OK to get out of trouble, I apologized to the teacher only for the “ Crock Of Sh*t comment” in front of the class.  She wished I would just go away.  It was more embarrassing to her than me…

With somewhat of freedom I had attained and being just over sixteen, I could legally go on field trips by myself.  I used my Museam ID and I  got into one-celled creatures and the real beginning of the earth formulation from the first living things on Earth, single-celled micro-organisms or microbes lacking a cell nucleus or cell membrane known as prokaryotes, seem to have first appeared on Earth almost four billion years ago, just a few hundred million years after the formation of the Earth itself.  It was college level work and basically they left me alone, since no one else knew anything about it.

The teacher on that level the following year, did work with me, we were of the same thoughts about science, and Darwin.  Creationism being a religious module with little science to back it up.  We called it “ Religious babelification”  Most of the time I had the earth science lab to myself.  At the south end of GW Wingate High School was a huge Hospital Facility.  With a great medical library… I inquired and received permission to research there.  I told them I was pre-pre-med.  It worked with a letter from my mother and a certain librarian.


ALL SCHOOLS NOT THE SAME
My absolution and treat was to do my Dino-Thesis in all the science classes, at the school.  He stopped short of shipping me to other schools, but it must have had crossed his mind and I did get to go with him to Erasmus Hall High School another famous school in Brooklyn for it’s Alumni.  Truthfully, I loved doing and learning my work and the kids in the classes liked it too.  Not knowing eventually that Erasmus Hall became a very famous school in NYC in a better neighborhood possibly having something to do with it.

ERASMUS HALL ALUMNI AND GRADUATES (23+)
Little did I know, Barbra Streisand, Barbara Stanwyck,  Mae West,  Arthur Laurents,  Al Davis,  Neil Diamond,  Dorothy Kilgallen,  Norma Talmadge,  Barbara McClintock,  Lainie Kazan,  Mickey Spillane,  Jeff Chandler,  Louis Begley,  Jerry Reinsdorf,  Betty Comdens,  Bernard Malamud,  Joseph Barbera,  Norm Drucker,  Moe Howard of The Three Stooges,   Eric Kandel,  Kedar Massenburg,  Bob Arum,  Elaine de Kooning  and others went to Erasmus Hall HS.  

VERSUS

G.W. WINGATE ALUMNI AND GRADUATES  (8)
Frank Tepedino, Barbara Boxer, Marty Markowitz,  Roger Brown NBA,  Steve Rubell,  M.C. Lyte, Rodney Batiste, Jacqueline Wyatt-Gieser, plus Wingate graduated a whole bunch of kids attending Riker’s Island, San Quentin U, and Raiford Detention in Florida.


DETENTION
I liked detention and met several nice girls in detention, I received more education, free typing when needed, and dates, more ways than one reading in detention. And I helped others, I was a mentor, unofficially but recognized by those who needed help. I was cool with the dean and the school,  just two teachers that hated me because I challenged their false teachings.

My reading incorporated the works of JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Flies, Brave New World,  Popular Mechanics, Thor Heyerdahl’s epic adventure Kon-Tiki,  Fahrenheit 451, Catcher in the Rye,  Popular Science, the  “Eight Wonders of the World”  travel series on the famous places in the world.  I searched anything, soft cover or hard about topics such as Aviation, the Military, Photography.  That was my world, my real world.  My favorite today was Fahrenheit 41 because the author Bradbury remarks in an interview were on a similar flight path to my thoughts and flight plan…

He related to Hitler…When I was fifteen, he burnt the books in the streets of Berlin. Then along the way I learned about the libraries in Alexandria burning five thousand years ago. That grieved my soul.   Since I’m self-educated, that means my educators—the libraries—are in danger. And if it could happen in Alexandria, if it could happen in Berlin, maybe it could happen somewhere up ahead, and my heroes would be killed.

He also spoke against McCarthyism in his lifetime, and the novel has frequently been interpreted of a criticism of the same, but in later life Bradbury denied this and claimed that it was “a story about how television destroys interest in reading literature,” despite the fact that television was relatively new at the time, just becoming popular.  Whatever it means, it remains an enduring classic.


Michener was one of my favorite authors as he wrote episodic books, which translates through generations in one locale, sort of like Star Trek in differing temporal convergences in the spacetime continuum.  At twelve I had secured a book on Medicine from our pediatrician, for Chemistry, and a copy of Greggs Anatomy, a couple of big books weighing more than me.  

Greggs Anatomy and Basic surgical Techniques came in handy when I cut my pinky finger half off building a project and sewed it back on again…My first surgery! Yes it hurt, it healed. it worked  and it’s not straight but its on and it was still better than telling my mother…

Being in detention allowed me to read and learn at my pace.  Detention teachers were rotated so some were curious and interested in what I was reading.  Some had read what I had read and were conversational about those books.  And what was I doing in detention was learning faster than in class.  I liked some of those teachers. 
  

DECIMATED LEARNING THAT HAS GONE POLITICAL
A country less than two decades ago was first in the world in math and science and now we are 28th in the world.  I will always believe studying the past is relevant and the keys to the future.  Obviously others have moved forward and we have moved back.  With Betsy DeVos and Donald T-Rump, we will relegate ourselves and our future of our acceptance of lies, corruption and to mental mediocrity unless you are rich.

And have always said, “Have the right shoes for the path you choose, sometimes moccasins don’t cut it and you need boots, life can get very thick”,  but the main point to remember regardless of your style in shoes, minefields are no place to tap dance.  And you may need those boots to kick some ass out of your way.



MASTER MACHINIST  -  IN METAL SHOP

As mentioned, the earth science, chemistry labs, wood and metal shops were my favorite engaged hands on classes. Electronics I learned on my own from a study group in the military who called it “  Arming Bombing School”.  I called it Bang-Bang-Oooops sung to the tune of Richey Vallens  “La Bomba”. 

I remember the first tools I made at Wingate in the metal shop on my own.  Basic useless projects. But I learned to work with my hands on drill presses, mills etc.with the resulting skills and ingenuity from the shop teacher.  It was the tools I designed that got me the fame I deserved,  but some on their own learned how to make useful stuff like ZIP guns, spears and knives after hours.

Even today they still talk of the Jacobs Hubcap Remover, not sold in stores, available in Midnight Black and the Centennial version in silver powder coat only for $10.00 additional.  

You too can have a career in hubcap “ Restoration" for only $39.95.  Make it back on your first job even if you only got the front ones!   Our exclusive rear view mirror (not found on any of the competition) means you can get rid of paying your lookout and make more money for yourself.  With twin handles it allows faster retrieval with either hand when the hubcap springs loose.  The mirror makes sure there are no onlookers behind you who might get hit with a flying hubcap.

It comes complete with instructions for both domestic and foreign hubcaps.  And we’ll send you my new book “ Guide to the Great Bail Bondsmen of America” with a signed autograph by Joey Fonzini (who graduated early from San Quentin).  Joey still holds the record for HubCap retrieval.  Fourteen sets in under 2 hours.  

Joey Maggioso made a killing selling over 100 sets of  hubcaps, till he snagged the caps from MM (Made Man) Joe “Broken Bones” Bonamachino’s Cadillac.  That was the last time we heard from or saw Joey but his MOM did receive a case of fine imported Italian sardines with a card from Mr. Bonamachino expressing his condolences at her loss.  She said the sardines were “ salty”,  in water and not the brand she got from Don Vito Corleone in good Olive Oil when she saw his movie 45 times…


CHAPTER FOUR

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