I did a lot of daydreaming when I was a student at Holy Family School (Class of ‘94).
Most of the time it involved Chuck Norris and me saving hostages from a hijacked Israeli airplane, or me as a 6’8 forward dunking – with authority – over every member of the Utah Jazz to win the NBA finals. (As part of the fantasy, Karl Malone would retire during a tearful post-game press conference because he was so embarrassed.)
Not much has changed. I still daydream (mostly about Chuck Norris, except now we’re demonstrating his Total Gym workout machine on the beach and hundreds of people have gathered around to behold our rock-hard abs).
Aside from a few minor adjustments – a new library, a few new class rooms and, almost forgot, a middle school! – Holy Family is the same as I remember it, too.
“A lot of it is the same,” confirmed Katie Conron, a Holy Family alum (Class of ’95) who now teaches 4th grade there. “There’s been some changes, but the beliefs and the fundamentals are still there.”