When I was 17: Mr. St. George


Set the scene:

1982. Easthampton, Massachusetts. I lived at a boarding school as a day student. I was a good student, not great, but I was a solid student. I don’t think I took History senior year. I took Spanish and Latin, Physics, Calculus and AP Biology. History classes didn’t fit in my schedule.

Sports and extracurricular activities:

I wrote for the Willistonian, which was our high school newspaper. The school’s name was Williston Northampton School. I was a sports editor of the school paper, so I interviewed people. I sent reporters out on assignments. I did soccer, hockey and lacrosse. I skied in my free time. There was a mountain five minutes away, so we’d ski at night.

Did you ever imagine yourself as a teacher?

No. Never in my wildest dreams. My father was a teacher, so I didn’t think I was going to be a teacher. I wanted to be a professional hockey player, but that didn’t work out! I don’t know what I wanted to do. I think I wanted to go into business or law, then I realized that that’s boring. It’s much more fun to work with kids.

First kiss or love/friendships:

I don’t know. I don’t remember. I had a couple of relationships, nothing serious. I didn’t have time for a relationship, I was busy playing sports.

Advice (academic or social) for current students:

Take advantage of every opportunity that Thacher has. It goes by really quickly. Four years seems like a long time. By the time seniors are ready to get out of here, they’re chomping at the bit. It’s a really special place and special time. Enjoy it while you can. Especially the people. Be open-minded. Don’t play on stereotypes.


I didn’t work hard enough on my hockey skills. Haha, no. I didn’t fully appreciate the opportunities that I had. I was living in a beautiful area, surrounded by great people. I enjoyed it, but I don’t think I fully appreciated it. Be thankful for everything you have here.

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