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Dedicated Edition of The Outburst - Bishop Ward High School

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Teacher Reflections<br />

Marty finished what was left <strong>of</strong> my Christmas<br />

gumdrops while he and Mike waited for<br />

me to fill out a form Mike needed. It was<br />

Friday, December 18. <strong>The</strong> two were headed<br />

to play golf (big surprise), despite the fact<br />

that it was (maybe) 35 degrees. I was giving<br />

them a hard time about playing golf in such<br />

weather. <strong>The</strong>n it came. Of course it came:<br />

“Patrice, have you ever been snow-skiing?”<br />

“Well, yeah, a few times.”<br />

“And when you went, didn’t you dress for<br />

the weather?”<br />

“Well, yeah…okay; I get it.”<br />

to New York the next day and told me to go the<br />

Guggenheim Art Museum. “Start on the top<br />

floor and walk down,” he suggested. “That’s the<br />

best way to see it.” We didn’t make it to the<br />

Guggenheim that trip, but you can bet I will next<br />

time I go to New York. I will start at the top and<br />

make my way down because I have no doubt<br />

that that is the best way to see it.<br />

Thanks for the tip, Marty. And thanks for showing<br />

me the best way to see a lot <strong>of</strong> things.<br />

Patrice Ludwig<br />

Typical Marty. I didn’t really “get it,” but<br />

what did I care that my two knucklehead<br />

friends wanted to spend three to four hours<br />

in the cold chasing a little white ball in and<br />

out <strong>of</strong> trees? And then, because I really<br />

wanted to know, I asked about golf balls: Do<br />

you really play better golf with more expensive<br />

balls? Mike’s “Not really” would have<br />

sufficed, but Marty’s answer—a full dissertation<br />

about the number <strong>of</strong> divots on a ball,<br />

the trajectory factor <strong>of</strong> certain balls, a thorough<br />

history and description <strong>of</strong> the golf<br />

ball—was kind <strong>of</strong> interesting. Emphasis on<br />

the“kind <strong>of</strong>.” Who knew this stuff? Marty<br />

did.<br />

But it wasn’t just the stuff he knew or the<br />

stuff he did for everyone (because he knew<br />

and did a lot); it was—to paraphrase Sister<br />

Kathy—who he WAS that I miss. He was<br />

smart, talented, challenging, genuine, witty,<br />

thoughtful, and kind. He was an artist, a<br />

scholar, and a gentleman.<br />

I walked Mike and Marty to my classroom<br />

door that afternoon and wished them both<br />

“Merry Christmas.” Marty knew I was going

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