The Unauthorized Autobiography

Who is Daryl?

and why do they keep saying all those nasty things about him?

And just who are THEY?

That is a question that has plagued mankind for centuries. To my friends, both of them, I am a loud obnoxious middle-aged beer-drinker. To my parents, I was a loud obnoxious middle-aged beer-drinker. To my ex-wives, I am a loud obnoxious middle-aged beer-drinker. To my students, I am a loud obnoxious middle-aged know-it-all. More to the point, I am a high school Physics teacher formally of Williamstown, Willingboro, Delran, & Palmyra NJ. I took a slightly early NJ retirement and am now happily tormenting Fizzix students at Greenwich HS, CT! I semi-recently (1996) won the Presidential Award for Excellence in Science Teaching. (Yippee...) Along with the huge raise the Willingboro Bored of Ed (I was teaching Honors & AP at Willingboro when I won that. My eternal thanks to VP Extraordinare Bob Trama and Principal Dr. John Wasinda! Thanks, Guys! I owe it to you! I now have the privilege of touring my little part of the free world sharing my meager experiences and teaching know-how with my science colleagues and brethren. It seems that I am learning more from them than they from me, but. . .

PAEMST96

Picture of me in DC being congratulated by then Senator Frank Lautenberg, I'm personally glad he's back, after receiving my PAEMST, Presidential Award for Excellence in Math and Science Teaching, just before I spilled a beer on a carpet older than OUR COUNTRY! It was a gift to Ben Franklin from the King of France, Louis XVI, in 1771. MEGA-OOPS!
Boy, did THAT impress Clinton...


Daryl's Sordid History

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The illegitimate love-child of Albert Einstein and Marilyn Monroe, (Unfortunately, I inherited Mom's brains and Dad's looks....) born and raised in Central Pennsylvania, I gained a love for the great outdoors. That is because my parents used to lock me out of the house at night with the cats and dogs. By the time I was three years old, I could build a fully functional 7-room log cabin using nothing more than my pacifier and rudimentary hand-made tools. That's me! Hard at work! Basic Stats :


Where to begin? Had an uneventful childhood. Grew up in the typical dysfunctional American family. Three brothers. No sisters - girls never would have survived us 4... Dad raised us. Didn't know Mom. She left when I was 3. He was military. I miss him. Raised on a farm till 11 years old. My job was to "thin" the feral cat population... Ask me for the gory details sometime... Fumbled through my informative school years thinking I was cool. Won a smile contest in 6th grade. wow. Was mediocre in sports (Wrestling) in high school - Middletown, PA. (Three Mile Island territory, if you think that's important...) Wasted my informative years listening to my hormones instead of my elders and betters. (Now there's a shocker, huh?) Went to college 'cause that's what was expected - AND it kept me out of Vienam for a while. Took Secondary Education as a major because it didn't require a foreign language and I didn't like little kids. Math major for the 1st 3 1/2 years at college. Fumbled through classes between wrestling practices, pumping gas to pay the massive $700 tuition, and naps. Blew out my knees in '72 - mean ole guy from U of Alabama hurt me... Lifted weights for the year I was off the mats. Gained 100 pounds in one year, figuratively speaking, of course; Better living through Chemistry... Decided to also major in physics during my 4th year (my 1st Senior year) so I had something to do with all that Math I was supposedly learning. Lucky enough to find a great physics Prof in Bob Hartford. Thanks, Dr. Bob. You light the fuse that thousands of high school students since then will hate you for.


Finally graduated after 5 years from lovely Shippensburg State College in Downtown Pennsylvania after being asked not to return to my original school. They didn't think it was funny that we placed a full-grown live cow on top of the dome on the Field House! (It was not only an amazing Engineering feat to get the dern cow up there in the first place, but they learned a little known fact about cows that only a farmboy from Central PA would know. Cows will NOT walk down hill in the dark. The Dean didn't appreciate that as much as I did... Even the farmer we "borrowed" the cow from thought it was funny!)
1st teaching job was at Francis Scott Key HS, Carroll County, Maryland. Went there on the recommendation of an old girlfriend (Thanks, Pam! I miss you...) and 'cause Maryland paid a lot more than Central Pennsylvania. $250 more! WOWZERS. Of all things, I was hired as a biology teacher for a whopping $6910 contract. Had ZERO (0, zilch, nada, empty set, goose egg) bio credits in college. Didn't seem to matter to them - they needed a wrestling coach. Superintendent asked me what I knew about Exo-Biology. Said, "Never heard of it!". To which he replied, "But you can coach, right?". Said, "Yes". He said, "Fine. Your teaching bio at FSK." BOOM! Had a job! Coached Wrestling and Tennis. Had NEVER played tennis till 1st practice. Damn, I was a good coach! Was left to the 'wolves' in the classroom with no leadership to guide me. Made about 90 basic methodological and/or pedagogical (hate that word...) mistakes a day. Fabulous Master-Teachers Roger Steele and Guy Paterson helped plant the seeds for good teaching even though I wasn't doing it then. Thanks, guys. Was recruited to teach at Palmyra High School, New Jersey (Exit 4, if you're interested.) by a good Principal, Frank Adams. Was hired to teach Algebra, Geometry, and Physics. By now, I had a basic understanding of how good teaching was to take place, but didn't understand how to actually do good. Did ok. Coached Wrestling, Track & Field, and Cross-Country. Never ran a day in my life. Followed the runners in my '71 Jeep with lots of fresh water. (And a beer for me, of course....) Took a year off in '82 to collect what few thoughts I still had after divorcing my college sweetheart, Linda. sigh.... I was a jerk. Sorry, Linda. Travelled around the North American continent and made ends meet by being a weight-lifting instructor at the Center City YMCA in Philly.
Nice refreshing break. Met the greatest folks along the way. Most of the travel, believe it or not, was by bicycle! Yes, I went across the great US of A on a 12 speed twice.
Came back storming! Hired at Delran HS, NJ, as a Math teacher. Was actually their 2nd choice, but the 1st choice got pregnant. WASN'T ME! HONEST! Thank you! Taught Algebra, Geometry, Trigonometry, Calculus, and a little course I instituted called Shop Math, a math course for the "shoppers". Had a good time with it. See Fond Memories of an Aging Teacher for a few select stories of my time in education... Joe G, you made the top one of the top ten... When the fabulous Physics teacher, Angie Ferner, moved up to be Sci Dept Head, I moved across the hall to have another go at Physics. For some reason, I had the right combination of Administrators and colleagues who let me flourish and grow. Thanks, Dave, Jim (Miss you, Big Guy), Angie. Had a great run at Delran. Coached Wrestling & Cross-Country. Advised Class of '88. Advisor to a plethora of Clubs. Did some things in class and for that school that would curl the hair of a parent now-a-days. Left Delran under duress in '90. New Principal had a Napoleon complex and thought I was Josephine. I learned how to burn bridges, and, I must say, I did a great job of it. Was hired by Willingboro HS, NJ, the day I resigned from Delran. (The Willingboro Principal was married to the Delran Guidance Director and knew of my dilemma. It's nice to have connections, ain't it?) At Willingboro, I gave up coaching to concentrate on teaching - a novel idea, don't you think? It worked. The Administration was great; just sorta let me do my thing and backed me all the way. Did lots of crazy things that worked. Did lots of crazy things that didn't. Won the Presidential Award for Excellence in Science Teaching in 1996. Spent a wonderful week in DC at taxpayer's expense, lots-o-cash, and prizes. Thank you, US Taxpayers! Landed a 'dream' job at Williamstown High School, NJ, in October '99! Brand new building, lots of toys, bells, and whistles. Administration actually made decisions with the kids in mind - another novel approach, don't you think? Steve, Dorothy, Kate, & BigDeal, and the recently retired Roger, do/did an outragiously great job running that place. Most of the current teachers don't appreciate what it's like outside the hallowed walls of WHS, though.
Was accepted as a NASA Astrophysics Educator Ambassador in 2002. Received word that I won the 2003 Classroom Connect's International Internet Educator of the Year Award! COOL BEANS! It carried a $5000.00 cash prize, a 9 day trip to Costa Rica, a 3-day trip to the Big Apple to get the award, a new laptop & iPAQ from Compaq, and lots of hi-tech gadgets that will keep me outta the bars for at least a week! Check it out at IEOTY!
After all that, I decided to take an early retirement in June 2004 and continue somewhere else for my last 10-ish years. Put the word out I was looking. Interviewed in places from California to Northern Yukon to Boston. Decided Connecticut fit my bill the best. So here I am. Sharing the few things I think I know for 5 or 6 more years till I retire again and move to the Arctic and be eaten by Polar Bears if any are left after all the Gore-Bull Warming hype or by rabid penguins... You can't do it ALL. But, you can die happy trying. Living happily and blissfully ignorantly (is that even a word?) in CT with my lovely bride, Darlene, her Mom, Whatsername, and our two retarded dogs, Boo and Bear, yellow lab and Bernese Mtn Dog respectively.


"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body with 'six-pack' abs and wrinckle-free face, but rather to skid in sideways, cigar in mouth, deep-fat-fried chocolate-covered something in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, wracked with pain, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO! What a ride!"
-Daryl's Evil Twin, Daryl
circa 2000AD
Apologies to Hunter Thompson

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