A Disturbing High School Discovery

One of the typ­i­cal con­nec­tions on Face­book, one would think, is to schools you used to attend. For me, I’ve been tracked down by a class­mate or two, but I have to admit that this is not the source of most of my con­tacts. I did not enjoy going to my High School, and did­n’t ‘fit in’ with any crowd there to speak of. With the sole excep­tion of my Choral Teacher, Richard Disha­roon, I can’t remem­ber very many teach­ers there who made much of an impres­sion on me. At the first chance I could get to take cours­es at the local col­lege where my moth­er taught (Tow­son State Uni­ver­si­ty), I leapt at the oppor­tu­ni­ty, and was thrilled to dri­ve out of the park­ing lot at mid-day to attend class­es, most of them in Music, which would be my major in College.

Now, I’m begin­ning to see even more why I did­n’t fit in. Yes­ter­day, at the invi­ta­tion of a for­mer class­mate, I joined the group online that rep­re­sents the grad­u­at­ing year from my High School (Pikesville High School, 1978). Con­nect­ed to that group page was some infor­ma­tion about the school, etc. includ­ing a Wikipedia Entry with the his­to­ry of the place, and a few notable stu­dents who had attend­ed the school. I saw a list of a few names, including :

So far, so good. No ser­i­al killers or child moles­ters. Then, one jumped out at me, like a bolt of lightning:

I did­n’t attend Pikesville High School at the same time as Mehlman, but I remem­ber see­ing him on TV as one of the poster boys of the GOP, and he was par­tic­u­lar­ly mem­o­rable as some­one who was clear­ly a clos­et­ed gay man with a sig­nif­i­cant degree of self-loathing (how could one not be to be the head of the extreme­ly homo­pho­bic Repub­li­can Nation­al Com­mit­tee?) He man­aged the Bush pres­i­den­tial re-elec­tion cam­paign in 2004, which was a piv­otal event, at least in my life­time, because the out­come was the ‘straw the broke the camel’s back’ for us, lead­ing to our depar­ture from the US. If Ken Melh­man was a prod­uct of Pikesville High School, then it’s pret­ty clear to me why I did­n’t take to the place. I hope nobody holds my hav­ing attend­ed there against me.

4 Replies to “A Disturbing High School Discovery”

  1. I think pro­duc­er for Legal­ly Blonde is almost as bad. 

    I share my birth­day with Roma­ni­a’s WWII fas­cist creep, Ion Antones­cu. Nobody has ever held me to scruti­ny because of my taint­ed pedigree.

    By the way, I was­n’t a big fan of high school either. I was too shy to even say “hi” to any­one much less look them in the face. So, aside from one or two friends, I have no idea who these peo­ple try­ing to add me as a friend on Face­book are. 

    They must think I am snob­by, when real­ly I was ter­ri­fied of every­one. (Mind you, I had rea­son to be — this par­tic­u­lar high school had Car­rie-esque qual­i­ties: ie. I found a pig’s heart in my lock­er. I was also kicked or hit by the stu­dents on a near-dai­ly basis. So glad when I trans­ferred high schools after we moved.)

  2. I went to high school with Bill Maher (yes, we were in the same grad­u­at­ing class, and yes, I knew him).

    Now, if a con­ser­v­a­tive like me can be in any way, shape or form asso­ci­at­ed with Bill Maher and emerge more or less undam­aged, David, then you should sur­vive your “asso­ci­a­tion” with Mr. Mehlman!

  3. Hi Pete,

    LOL! So I get Mehlman and you get Mahr! How ironic!

    You’re right, guilt by asso­ci­a­tion does­n’t come into play here.

    Was Bill Mahr as much of a smart-ass as a stu­dent? (As you’d expect, I do agree with his pol­i­tics, but still think he’s a smart-ass).

  4. Maher was actu­al­ly a nobody. We had three huge cliques in our high school and near­ly every­one belonged to one of them: Jocks, freaks, and greasers. Nobody want­ed Maher to hang around, although we freaks at least did­n’t beat him up when he dared to show his face. That was most­ly because he was just plain annoying.

    He did say one thing I remem­ber, though: “I’m going to be a come­di­an, because with an Irish father and a Jew­ish moth­er, what else could I be?” You got­ta admit: He made good on his pledge. And he’s by far the most suc­cess­ful mem­ber of our grad­u­at­ing class, so I guess you could say he got the last laugh on Pas­cack Hills High School.

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