James Denman Middle School

Oh man. My innocent days. My 4.0 days. My «I love Elmo» days. We even had our own little big group, P.I.K. (I’m not even gonna say what it stood for! So moded!)
It was at this school that I learned a lot about myself: I loved to dance, I loved to run track, I learned how to play the guitar, I learned how to rebel, I learned to stay away from the fast girls, I learned about drugs, sex, and alcohol (not saying that I learned from experience!), and I learned that all good things must come to an end.
Mr. French: Thank you for teaching me how to play football.
Mr. Dees: You always confused me; I didn’t know if you were looking at me or at the wall, but I just found out your left eye wanders. Its all good.
Ms. Castro: I still can’t forget that bug-​eyed stare. But thanks for teaching me how to play the gee-​tar.
Mr. non-t.v.-watching Kubrin: Thanks for breaking my ring finger by smashing it between two tables. I should have sued, but by looking at your car, I don’t believe I would have got much. Thanks for nothiiiiing! Oh wait, thanks for letting us build a garden. There you go.
Ms. Leipsic: Thanks for letting us practice our hula and hiphop routines in the dance studio! I still have the videos, so embarassing!
Ms. Baham: Thanks for the no-​nonsense math SKILLS!
Ms. Crenshaw: Thanks for throwing «The Keys» at me when I wasn’t paying attention.
Ms. Young: Thanks for bringing out the track-​and-​field athlete in me. I’ll never forget that brace around your neck that always matched your clothes. I never did get the real story behind that; anyone?
Ms. Cabacang: Loved your hair (piece).
Ms. Moskowitz: Thanks for bringing out the actress in me. Sorry to let ya down!
Go Demons!

I think Sal and Mrs Johnson are still there.
Dang I got a case oad of memories, crushes as well. Rosie Aquino. hahaha. wooooow. ain’t heard that name in YEARS.
Mr Dee’s was one of the best people that I ever met.
There are still some ppl there from when I graduated in 1997. Mr Fox and his wife (who I hated and I ain’t even ever had her class). Mrs Chang as well. Mrs Crenshaw retired. i still remember her throwing keys, volleyballs and one time a asian kid at whoever wasn’t listening to her.
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memories!
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When I first arrived at James Denman I was brought to the auditorium and handpicked for honors classes. I remember for some strange reason I was put in beginning band with Mr. William J Catalano.
I was sitting in the last seat in the back row of the flute section. I wasn’t sure why I was there or what I would be doing next. I remember I would take the borrowed precious flute home every day after school and studying my music book. After a few months, they started to seat everyone by 1^st chair, second chair. To my amazement, after all my hard work and practicing, I was rewarded with first chair of the flute section. My piece was Star Spangled Banner, and I nailed it. We were the best of the beginning bands. We played in the auditorium during the assemblies, and we played Acapulco Holiday, Let’s Go band, and my first flute solo Forgotten Dreams. IF you have a child, definitely enroll them in some type of a musical program. It will inspire them to be creative. I really enjoyed myself and made alot of friends. We played in downtown at the SF Centre for a Xmas music festivity.
My gym teachers were Ms Crenshaw, Ms Young, My algebra teacher was Ms Faraone (great, I got an A+ on one of her tests for the Pythagorean Theorum), Mr Feinberg for English, Ms Seager, Mr Fox for science. Man as the memories flood back, I think of my middle school crush, my endless homework assignments, my volleyball after practice, basketball afterschool practice. It all helped to shape me to who I am today.