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Dennis Martin has recently shared some of his amazing and detailed memories of our high school days on our class Facebook page.  Those of us who are members of the group "Winter Park High School Class of 1967" on Facebook have thoroughly enjoyed his often hilarious posts!  We hope that all of you will now be able to enjoy reading them on this website.  Your own memories just might pop up to the surface as you relive some of the things Dennis describes.  PLEASE share your memories with us!  You are invited to write blog posts for this site!  Help all of us remember...before our memories go!!!
July 19, 2016

Ms. Hill?s Election Fraud

By Dennis Martin

I worked on the WiPaHiSc the last half of our senior year. Miss Hill (or was it Mrs?) was our advisor. If you look up the word “daffy” in the dictionary, there will be a picture of Ms. Hill. Loveable but a bit touched. Her classroom was always in disarray. Sometimes she would nervously walk around, but at other times she was capable of nervously sitting. I had a lot of respect for her, and I could look through her wackiness.

As director of a 4 year college program in Atlanta in the 80s and 90s, I must have hired at least 80 faculty members. First impressions are always important. At least 5 or 6 of those faculty members partially owe their employment to Ms. Hill. They were a bit zany in their first impressions, but I was able to look past that, and most turned out to be excellent teachers. For some reason, I’ve always associated zany teachers with Ms. Hill – perhaps because she was my first. (no comments, please)

I never had Ms. Hill in an English class, and I’m sure many of you can tell us how she was in that capacity. I knew her from my hour and a half with her every day. Why an hour and a half? Remember, lunch was set up so that some classes went to a half hour of lunch first, then an hour of class. Others went to a half hour of class, then a half hour of lunch, then another half hour of class. Finally, others went to an hour of class first, then a half hour of lunch.

The school newspaper, the WiPaHiSc, supposedly was scheduled to be the second alternative – lunch midway. But except for a short organizational meeting by Ms. Hill (that’s really an oxymoron), it was basically an hour and a half of free time. It was brilliant in a way, because everyone in school had to eat lunch. And if we needed to get a story or interview someone, we could access anyone at lunch time. We would even go the principal’s office occasionally and ask them to tell us what lunch period a student had.

The term “election fraud” is a relatively recent term. There were no chads back in 1967. There was no voter registration, no voter IDs. In homeroom, every senior simply filled out a form – most likely to succeed, best dressed, etc., male and female. Then Ms. Hill tabulated the results. Another oxymoron.

One day, during WiPaHiSc class, she called me over. The classroom was relatively empty, everyone out on assignment. (wink, wink) She told me that I had been voted first in two categories, but that I would only receive one superlative, to which I readily assented. Then she said she would choose one. What? Really? I don’t get a say-so? Nowadays, on the grounds of Ms Hill’s zaniness and disorganization, I would simply sue for a supervised recount.

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