Sunday, June 10, 2007

Introspection, Part II (the Sequel)

Think of all the anniversaries taking place right now - some more notable than others. It was June 8, 1972 (35 years ago) when Huỳnh Công Út took one of the most famous photographs in recent history, of the naked 9-year-old Vietnamese girl fleeing from her napalm-bombed home. It was 40 years ago (June 1, 1967) when The Beatles released Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, considered by many the greatest album in music history. And just to really make things interesting, it was 400 years ago (1607) when Jamestown, VA was "founded," making it America's 400th Anniversary.

Then there's June 6, 1982. Twenty-five years ago, when I crossed the stage at the MeadowBrook Auditorium on the campus of Oakland University in suburban Detroit, one of several hundred Bloomfield Hills Lahser seniors accepting diploma covers that would hold the paperwork proclaiming our passage from the seemingly sheltered life of high school into the unknown universe of college.

Damn! Has it really been 25 years? A rhetorical question; "Of course it has - you already stated it!" So much has changed, yet so much has stayed the same.

At the time, I thought my high school friends would be friends for ages and that I was ready to take the next step. History and 20/20 hindsight has not proven to be as kind or able to validate my optimistic view of the time on both of these areas; I now converse with only one of my fellow graduates regularly (and maybe 1-2 others once every blue moon), and my immediate post-high school educational experience was ... less than stellar (and I am being overly kind with my assessment). I've conveniently blown off the 10- and 20-year reunions (I chose the 10-year to move into a new apartment in Waterford, Michigan, while I was in Florida for the 20th), and have heard nothing about a 25-year get-together.

But I am not here to lament the failure to stay in touch with those who helped (or hindered, depending on how you look at it) my formative years. Instead, i'm going to try to pound out a "Top 10" list of positive memories I have managed to hold on to from 1979-82, when I roamed the halls of Lahser High School. I am sure some of my memories are tainted by lost brain cells the past quarter-century, but what the heck? I'll give it a shot. And I won't even consult my yearbooks for this ...

10 - Earning my drivers licence, March 1980: More specifically, that moment during the winter of 1979 when, during driver's training, I took a left turn at Hickory Grove and Lahser roads a bit too quickly and spun out the car. After coming to a halt, I looked at the instructor and said, sheepishly, "I must have hit some sheet ice." He didn't buy it.

9 - Announcing the Lahser-Troy Athens state soccer regular-season match on WBFH-FM, Fall 1981: Also know as the most amazing soccer game no one could see, because it was raining - POURING - and the field was a quagmire of mud. Lahser was #1 in the state, Athens #2, and in an attempt to trick the opposing team, Lahser's coach had its top star player switch jerseys with another player. (The trick didn't work.) Athens won, but the really fun part in the booth was knowing we were broadcasting on the only land-line, and if there were a medical emergency, we'd have to pull the plug on our broadcast so that medical personnel could use the telephone line. That or my screams of "Oy!" when Lahser hit the goalpost on back to back attempts. I can still hear Scott Booth and Pete Bowers laughing in the background.

8 - Rolling Stones/Santana/Iggy Pop, The Pontiac Silverdome, December 1981: Iggy flopped, Santana rocked, and 70,000+ chanted "You can't always get what you want" a'cappella with Mick and the boys.

7 - The Bobbles "Save The World: Liverpool to Lahser" Tour, 1982: The Bobbles were the band Scott Booth, Tim Olson and I created that reworked Beatles lyrics with environmental themes; we named the band after Robert Kefgen, our AP-turned-science teacher. Among our chart-toppers: "Nuclear Submarine" (about nuclear submarines, of course), "Why Don't We Do It To A Toad?" (about biology and dissection, of course), and "All You Need Is Bob" (a tribute song, of course).

6 - Senior Prom, Memorial Day Weekend 1982: The family was in Philadelphia for a family function; I was alone in the house. That right there had the makings for a disaster. But the weekend went off without a hitch (other than that incident involving train signals that didn't work in Macomb County ... and the incident on the campus of Oakland Community College's Farmington Hills campus; suffice to say, "almost" only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades and those particular moments).

5 - Receiving acceptance letter to Central Michigan University, February 1982: Yay! Onward and upward!

4 - Graduation: Yay! Onward and outward! (And meeting members of the French Grand Prix team at Meriweather's Restaurant after the ceremony; that was cool, too.)

3 - Eagle Scout, Troop 23, Detroit Area Council, Boy Scouts of America, March 1982: Yay! I was the 104th (next-to-last) Eagle earned under then-scoutmaster Nate Trager; my friend Mark Lawton was #103, and Trager's grandson Jeff was #105.

2 - Lahser Symphony Orchestra @ the Ottawa International Music Festival, Spring 1981: Yeah, going out-of-country for a week or so was a very exciting time. So was meeting girls from Virginia and New York. And, oh yeah, did I mention playing both violin and viola in the same session? And being the "metronome" (so to speak) on viola for the Chamber Orchestra's performance of the Pachelbel Kanon? (Our conductor, Valerie Palmeri, left the stage for our performance; the job of pacing our performance fell to me. Yikes.)

2a - Lahser Symphony Orchestra, State Festival, Spring 1980: Actually, the most cool moment of my orchestra career was the performance of "Night on Bald Mountain" the year before, in the gymnasium of Royal Oak Dondero High School, when we (as a unit) hit the initial climax and stopped playing JUST at the right moment, and the echo reverberated for what seemed like hours. Way cool. We even earned a I+ from one of the judges.

1 - WBFH Marathon, Spring 1982: The team of Dave Eicher, Scott Booth, Paul Gaba and Kelly Kossuth (see how that rhymes?) rode the Starship March-Uv-Dymz into the fundraising arena and helped raise thousands of dollars for the March of Dimes in the battle against birth defects. And $400 of that was earned by me wearing a dress (OK, one of my moms smocks) to school. (I was supposed to wear heels, too, but that proved not to be possible.) Yes, there are photos; no, you may not see them.

Well, that was fun :) Sure beats lamenting over the whole "what the heck has happened since then?" issue.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Introspection, Part I

A few years ago, during an extremely low period in my life, when I essentially hated everything about myself, my job, and all that was around me, I happened upon a powerful passage in one of the guidance counselors' rooms at Wellington High School:

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. - Reinhold Niebuhr

It's been a few years, and I've still gone through some rough spells, but by embracing this philosophy, I think - in general - I'm far better off emotionally and mentally. Mind you, at times it's taken an enormous amount of personal willpower and personal reminding to accept this as a life mantra (and at times, I still have to force myself to accept it), but it's been well worth the effort.

I bring this up because at my Wellington Toastmasters meeting last night, Tim Morrel gave a riveting speech about life in general, and he brought up what he believes are the three keys to a happy, successful life:

(1) Take care of yourself
(2) Forgive yourself
(3) Be eternally thankful

In illustrating his reasons, using personal memories from his family experiences, Tim truly brought these reasons to life. And while he was doing so, i must admit, I got lost in my own personal thought process, and began thinking of my own life ... and in doing so, I realized (rather quickly) that I may have been embracing the Serenity Prayer, but I was not giving equal time to Tim's three-prong commentary. To wit: I don't think I have been taking care of myself, I rarely forgive myself, and while I am thankful for many things, I'm not sure "eternally" applies, nor do I think "thankful" applies to enough (because I am not achieving the first two prompts.

(1) Take care of yourself: I'm overweight (and have been for longer than I care to remember). I don't get enough sleep. I spend WAY too much time focusing on work-related issues, and WAY too little time on self interests. In short, I am living vicariously through my job, my students, and my program, to the point where it is unhealthy. I keep saying I will "cut back" on the time factor, but so far, it's been nothing but empty promises to myself.

I've already taken some steps to actually put this into practice. Next school year, for the first time since 2004, I will only teach 5 classes, not 6; this will help reduce the work load in terms of grading papers, etc. etc. In addition, I have reduced the number of tournaments we are going to. Theoretically, this will open up my schedule for some so-called "personal" time to do things like ... Islands of Adventure! Jaxson's! Sleep! Breathe!

(2) Forgiving yourself: I dwell too much on the "little things," which would (I am sure) annoy Mary Wermuth to some degree; she of the mantra "Don't sweat the small stuff ... and it's all small stuff." I need to seriously loosen up and stop beating myself up over things that I have no control over (ah, the Serenity Prayer battle ...).

(3) Being eternally thankful: To be honest, until I am happy with myself, and forgive myself on a consistent basis, this may be difficult to achieve. I am thankful for the friends I have, for gainful employment, and for parents and family members that love and care for me. I suppose I am even "eternally" thankful for them, for my three nephews in Detroit, for having persevered through some rough times, and for - despite all the negativity that may be flowing through these words - being better off today than I was a few years ago. But ... I have a long way to go.

Now it is summer vacation - from the school job, at least. I plan to take some time this summer for myself, to relax a bit more than normal. Whether helping Alexandra Sencer move to O-town, doing the "Tour de Military Museums" with David Traill (hey, you never know), enjoying my godson's barmitzvah, or hitting Motown for a few baseball games and seeing family and friends, I intend to have a fun, relaxing and enjoyable respite from the rigors of everyday life I have, sadly, allowed myself to shape who I am. And, more importantly, to carry them into the next school year.

I suspect a few life changes may be in the works as well - nothing major, but enough so that I can start to enjoy life more and concentrate positively on rediscovering who I used to be.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Welcome To The Jungle!

Hello, and welcome to my new little slice of the Internet. My name is Paul Gaba, and it is an honor and a pleasure to greet you here.

This is not my first dabble into the world o' the blogger. I did this for a while when I had a MySpace page (which has since met its demise, along with the multitude of posts I contributed there), and I've inundated Facebook with them as well. I may very well see about transferring (or copying over) some of those previous blogs to this venue in the near future. We shall see.

If you want to get technical, I did quite a bit of blogging before the term "blog" even existed. Or before the Internet existed (depending on your sources). When I was a full-time journalist in college (1988) and professionally (1988-1994), I pounded out a weekly humorous opinion column for my newspaper employer of the moment. (They were "weekly" because we published once a week. Yeah!) Even though they were pre-Internet/pre-Blog, they were essentially the same thing: a method by which to express myself on the goings-on of the day, random observations, ways of venting and getting things off my chest, or just trying to make someone's life a bit happier. Or some combination thereof. I can't "transfer" these over to this forum, per se, but I may re-type them here (with original publication source and date included), to give you an idea of the warped sense of perception I had back in the day (which was, incidentally, back before "back in the day" was even a phrase!).

A bit about by background: Along with being a full-time journalist (see previous dates) at various newspapers in Michigan, I have been the assistant manager of a Detroit-area high school radio station (1995-99), a wedding DJ (1986-95), a part-time journalist in southeast Florida (2005-present), and a high school English teacher and debate coach (1999-present). At times one or more of these will rear their heads in some way, shape or form, hopefully in a positive way.

I hope you're comfortable; this may be a bumpy ride at times. So lean back in your favorite recliner, with a tall cool one of your choice by your side, and let's have some fun!

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Retrospective 2003

January: Traveled with the Wellington Debate Team to compete at the Barkley Forum at Emory University; wind chill was minus-18 as our charter bus pulled into Atlanta. Students, mistaking “cold” with “white fluffy stuff” (which was not in evidence), cheered relentlessly. IRONY: It snowed, albeit briefly, in Vero Beach the same weekend. Go figure.

February: Aggressive hockey is back in town! Friends Jeff Falcon and Mark Mosesso fly in from Detroit for the NHL All-Star Game weekend (hosted by the Florida Panthers). Completing the quartet was David Traill. Highlights: Partied at Jaxson’s Ice Cream Parlor, raced go-carts at midnight, posed with Stanley (the Cup … duh!), bought bobbleheads, saw some awesome action on ice.

March: Celebrated my 39th birthday with a final hospital visit over month-long issues stemming from my unexplained (and still unexplainable) ability to have my trachea stop working for a few seconds on Valentine’s Day. Things I learned: (a) school district medical insurance policy needs better deductibles as part of the plan; (b) pulmonary function tests are worse than grading Kafkaesque essays; and (c) not breathing is a bad thing.

April: Kept breathing.

May: Professional month from hell, which in retrospect indicates to me that April’s lack of action was the calm before the hurricane. Due to major budget cuts and a new Class Size Reduction law, I was told on May 16 that my job was in jeopardy. (I wasn’t alone.) Made for a frustrating drive to cousin Kayla’s bat mitzvah in Tampa. Frustration was complicated on May 27 when, upon returning to Wellington from the Debate National Championships in Washington, DC over Memorial Day Weekend, I was told I wouldn’t be back at Wellington. That was followed the next day with news I would be retained after all, but wouldn’t have a debate program … then, that the program would be after-school only … then, that I could keep one debate class if I wanted to give up my planning period … which I did.

June: Traveled to Tampa again for cousin Ron’s (Kayla’s dad) b’nai mitzvah at the start of month. Analysis: use of The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, etc. as reception music is very cool. Closed out the month with a drive to Lexington, Kentucky, for the three-week-long Lincoln Douglas Debate Coaches Institute. Found out that sister Miriam and bro-in-law Brian are expecting in February 2004. Also very cool.

July: Followed up my Kentucky stay with a drive north to Detroit for a stint as best man in my brother Charles’ marriage to Elisabeth. With (lots of) guidance from Miriam and Brian, I made sure not to screw up the toast. Spent time prior to the wedding visiting family and friends; spent time after the wedding starting (and continuing on) the Atkins Diet. Visited Ohio friends Chris and Ketra; helped Chris learn editing skills on his radio station’s audio production system.

August: After all the May education problems, the new school year started out OK. Teaching three senior English British Literature courses and three mixed varsity/novice debate courses. Yay!

September: Earned nickname “Wrong Way Gaba” (one of several nicknames, I might add) while driving debate students around Winston-Salem, NC during the Wake Forest “Earlybird” Tournament. Will not comment further, other than to say the van only went one direction down the road ...

October: Celebrated the anniversary of my move to an overly expensive apartment complex a year earlier (in wake of dual break-ins) with yet another move, this time because I wanted to. Now living in a 2/2 1300 square foot condo only two miles away from work.

November: Traveled to Philly for my cousin Lisa’s wedding. I have decided that Philly is the nation’s Most Patriotic City, due to a plethora of red, white and blue all over the place. I have also decided the Philly Ritz-Carlton is home of the nation’s Best Hot Chocolate with Butterscotch Schnapps.

December: Still in amazement over antics in my English classroom from the past few weeks, where a review of exams revealed that (a) Samuel Becket was named Archbishop of Canterbury by King Henry II, (b) all six of King Henry VIII’s wives were names Catherine, and (c) “Mr. Gaba Is Cool” was the name of one of Shakespeare’s plays. Correct answers: (a) Thomas a’Becket; (b) three named Catherine, two named Anne, and a Jane; (c) technically true, but not inked by the Bard.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

Addressing The Day After

After the first period bell rang at 7:30 this morning, my British Literature class was unusually silent.

Of course, coming off the extremely unusual events of yesterday, who can blame them?

One of my toughest days as an educator had to be how I came into the classroom this morning, with the events of yesterday's attack on the World Trade Center and Pentagon fresh on our individual and collective minds. So many questions. So much pain and confusion. And as an educator, I'm supposed to have answers.

Yeah, about that.

I spent a lot of time last night pondering the a number of big questions. One of the biggest was ... how the hell do I go into a classroom of teenagers the day after this horrific event and ... you know, teach stuff? What would I say to my seniors? How would I assure them things will be OK, that it will be a good year, regardless of yesterday?

I guess time will ultimately tell. Like I said, answers? really?

But while thinking about the surreal events that have forever changed our world, locally and globally, I made a rare decision to put on my "patriotism" hat, if only for the moment, and pounded out a little speech with which to greet my students. I'm proud to say that the presentation at 7:30 a.m. was met with applause and cheers.

It's gonna be a good year, I think.


IN THE GRAND AND GLORIOUS HISTORY OF THESE UNITED STATES, THERE HAVE BEEN RARE – YET MONUMENTAL – BENCHMARKS THAT HAVE SHAPED OUR VERY FOUNDATION AND MATURED OUR SENSE OF BEING. THESE MILEPOSTS SPAN 225 YEARS, AND ARE ETCHED INTO OUR MINDS AND OUR SOULS: THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE AND ENSUING REVOLUTIONARY WAR, THE CONSTITUTION AND BILL OF RIGHTS, ABE LINCOLN AND THE GETTYSBURG ADDRESS, PEARL HARBOR AND IWO JIMA, JOHN F. KENNEDY AND MARTIN LUTHER KING, NEIL ARMSTRONG AND APOLLO 11, CHALLENGER AND THE SHOCKING ATTACK ON OUR SOVERINGTY.

EACH OF THESE – AND OTHER – DEFINING MOMENTS, ALONG WITH NUMEROUS EVENTS SMALLER IN STATURE BUT KEY IN SHAPING US AS A NATION, HAVE BUILT US INTO THE PEOPLE WE ARE TODAY. WE HAVE REVELED IN VICTORY, MOURNED IN TRAGEDY, REMEMBERED ALWAYS WHAT MAKES US STRONG, AND USED THAT INNER STRENGTH TO BETTER OUR COMMUNITIES AND OURSELVES. WE HAVE CREATED MONUMENTS OF MARBLE AND ON MOUNTAINS, ETCHED MEMORIES ON PAPER AND ON CANVAS. AND THROUGH OUR EXISTANCE, WE, THE PEOPLE OF AMERICA, HAVE RETAINED AND REJUVINATED OUR SPIRIT – THAT EMOTIONAL TIDAL WAVE WHICH IS EQUALLY WITHOUT LIMITATIONS AND WITHOUT MEASURE.

AS WE, THE CITIZENS OF THESE UNITED STATES, OF HOBE SOUND AND INDIANTOWN, OF JENSEN BEACH AND STUART, OF PORT SALERNO AND OF TEQUESTA, OF MARTIN COUNTY AND OF FLORIDA, BOND TOGETHER IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE CATACLYSMIC EVENTS THAT FOREVER ALTERED AND ALERTED OUR WORLD THE MORNING OF SEPTEMBER 11, WE COME FACE TO FACE WITH OUR OWN MORTALITY. THE ATTACKS ON US, ON OUR WAY OF LIVING, WAS INDISCRIMIATE. ALL WALKS OF LIFE WERE AFFECTED: OLD AND YOUNG, RICH AND POOR, EDUCATED AND ILLITERATE, BLACK AND WHITE, GAY AND STRAIGHT, THOSE BORN WITHIN OUR BOUNDARIES AND THOSE WHO CAME TO THIS NATION BY CHOICE TO SEEK A BETTER LIFE.

BUT AS THOSE WHO ATTEMPT TO HURT US HAVE ALREADY FOUND OUT, NO AMOUNT OF RECKLESS ABANDON CAN DESTROY AMERICA AND THE AMERICAN SPIRIT. THEY WILL CONTINUE TO DISCOVER THAT NO AMOUNT OF HATRED INFLICTED UPON US CAN DESTROY THOSE WHO EMBRACE FREEDOM AND JUSTICE: OLD AND YOUNG, RICH AND POOR, EDUCATED AND ILLITERATE, BLACK AND WHITE, GAY AND STRAIGHT, THOSE BORN WITHIN OUR BOUNDARIES AND THOSE WHO CAME TO THIS NATION BY CHOICE TO SEEK A BETTER LIFE.

THESE UNITED STATES CONTINUE TO STAND TALL, STAND PROUD. WE CONTINUE TO EXALT IN OUR CONVICTIONS – CONVICTIONS OF THE AMERICAN HEART AND OF THE AMERICAN MIND. OUR QUEST TO LIVE BY A POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY CALLING FOR A GOVERNMENT BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE, AND OF THE PEOPLE, TO LIVE BY TRUTHS WE BELIEVE TO BE SELF EVIDENT, THAT ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL, THAT THEY ARE ENDOWED WITH CERTAIN UNALIENABLE RIGHTS, SUCH AS LIFE, LIBERTY, AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS – REMAINS STRONG. WE THE PEOPLE, IN ORDER TO FORM A MORE PERFECT UNION, CONTINUE TO ESTABLISH JUSTICE, INSURE DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY, PROVIDE FOR THE COMMON DEFENSE, PROMOTE THE GENERAL WELFARE, AND SECURE THE BLESSINGS OF LIBERTY TO OURSELVES AND OUR POSTERITY. IN THE GRAND AND GLORIOUS HISTORY OF THESE UNITED STATES, THERE HAVE BEEN RARE – YET MONUMENTAL – BENCHMARKS THAT HAVE SHAPED OUR VERY FOUNDATION AND MATURED OUR SENSE OF BEING.

LET US TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO CONTINUE TO MATURE AND GROW, TO SOLVE DIFFERENCES, TO UNITE AS ONE, AND TO AIM FOR THE COMMON GOOD OF OUR HOMES, OUR COMMUNITIES, OUR STATE, AND OUR NATION.