Column: “Star Scholars” Shine

Relax, Future Is In Great Hands

 

Earl Warren, Chief Justice of the United States from 1953 to 1969, famously ruled: “I always turn to the sports section first. The sports page records people’s accomplishments; the front page has nothing but man’s failures.”

 

            The sports world has since offered up a dissenting opinion. Today, Warren would spit out his morning coffee reading about performance-enhancing drug cheats, grade scandals and worse in the sports section.1scholars

 

Indeed, too often there are no pages to turn for people’s accomplishments.

 

Which is why I always look forward to late April when my favorite newspaper runs its annual “Star Scholar Awards” section, as it did once again earlier this week.

 

            The 31st edition honored 88 of Ventura County’s top seniors from the Class of 2014. To read their profiles is to feel a swell of pride and optimism for our collective future. Tomorrow is in good hands.

 

            The Star Scholars are the perfect tonic for widespread complaints like this: “I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words. When I was young, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly (disrespectful) and impatient.”

 

            So grumbled Hesiod, a Greek poet in eighth century BC.

 

            Here’s a more recent criticism: “The world is passing through troublous times. The young people of today think of nothing but themselves. They talk as if they knew everything, and what passes for wisdom with us is foolishness with them. As for the girls, they are forward, immodest and unladylike in speech, behavior and dress.”

 

This denunciation was delivered in a sermon by Peter the Hermit, a priest and key figure during the First Crusade, in 1274.

 

            Things haven’t much changed in 2014. Today’s generation gets an earful about feeling entitled, playing video games, having inflated self-esteem, ad nauseam.

 

            To these naysayers I proudly point out The Star Scholars. Reading their 88 biographies almost makes you begin to think “ho-hum” about 4.3 and 4.5 and 4.8 grade point averages.

 

            Amazingly, the Star Scholars’ stratospheric GPAs are about the least amazing thing about them. Their consequence extends far beyond the classroom.

 

They don’t just play sports, they are team captains. They compete on basketball and tennis and volleyball courts – and in Mock Trial courts.

 

They are class presidents and philanthropists; violinists and black belts.

 

They act in plays; choreograph and perform dances; march in bands and play in orchestras.

 

They write for school newspapers and yearbooks; win ribbons at science fairs and medals in Academic Decathlon.

 

            They also collectively perform nearly as much volunteer work as the Red Cross and UNICEF combined. They lead blood drives and canned food drives – and drive the elderly to doctor appointments. They tutor youngsters and tidy up beaches. They assist at local hospitals and travel abroad on mercy missions.

 

For example, Aashal Patel – this year’s recipient of the special $5,000 Julius Gius Star Scholarship in recognition of The Star’s late esteemed editor – last summer made a three-week humanitarian trip to an orphanage in Africa. Mother Teresa would be pleased.

 

            You look at the resumes of these young role models and wonder when they find time to sleep. You figure they must have unraveled the space-time continuum and their days last 48 hours.

 

            Here is something else marvelous – each Star Scholar has numerous peers of great accomplishment at her/his school who are deserving of similar recognition. Indeed, I guarantee you The Star’s special 16-page section could have easily been 32 pages or even 64.

 

In the introduction to a collection of his “Editor’s Notebook” columns, Julius Gius wrote: “I have had a rich and rewarding life. Everything has come up roses for me. … I count my blessings every day and wish them for everyone.”

 

The future looks more rosy thanks to youth like these Star Scholars. It seems fitting there are 88 of them, one for each key on a piano, for they promise to create beautiful music in the decades to come.

 

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

 

Check out my new memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece”

 

 

Column: Readers Check In

Turning The Forum Over To My Readers

 

Rarely has one of my columns received greater response than last week’s about Chris Prewitt, a truly remarkable man/husband/father/son/friend/educator/role model who was tragically killed at age 38 during a marathon training run when he was hit by a driver who has pleaded guilty to felony gross vehicular manslaughter while under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

 

            MarxBrosAlong with sharing some of these heartfelt notes, below too are some light-hearted suggestions from readers regarding my recent non-presidential Mount Rushmores column.

 

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From Larry Seguin: “Chris’ father, Choyce, is a friend of mine. We have lunch together with some other friends on most Mondays.

 

“At the beginning of March, Choyce brought Chris to lunch. It was the first time I had met him. An hour later, as we were leaving, I told Chris what an absolute pleasure it had been to meet him. I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

 

“I had no idea I would never have that pleasure again. I can tell you, from that one meeting, what an honor and privilege it was to have met such a wonderful young man. I can honestly say I will never forget him.”

 

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From Tom Spence, a Mount Rushmore of Funny Brothers: “Groucho, Harpo, Chico, Zeppo (sorry Gummo).” He added a Mount Rushmore of Non-Related Comedians: “Richard Pryor, Steve Martin, George Carlin, Chris Rock.”

 

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From Chris Lang: “I only knew Chris briefly in 1996 as a young man and coach of the Newbury Park High School girls’ water polo team my daughter’s freshman year.

 

“I am sure that in the next 18 years of his life he touched so many students and student-athletes, as well as parents, co-workers, friends and family. They all are better people for having known him.”

 

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Julie Merrick suggested a Mount Rushmore of Beatles Songs: “Let It Be, Yesterday, Strawberry Fields Forever, and I Want To Hold Your Hand. (My thoughts today.)”

 

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From Larry Baratte, who coached Prewitt in water polo (1993-94) and swimming (1994-95) at Ventura College: “Chris and I remained a part of each other’s lives twenty years after our first meeting.

 

“I knew him, loved him, and saw his great potential at an early age. He lived out every bit of that potential. Only the extent of his reach, in terms of the number of lives he personally affected, was cut short.

 

“Chris is gone and I, too, thought of all the future students who will miss the chance to have this man come into their lives and make a lasting impression. But I have seen evidence this week that his enduring message will continue in the words and actions of those very students that he touched. I find great comfort in this.

 

“My thoughts and prayers continue to center on his wife and daughter, along with his extended family. This void will never be filled for them. For the rest of us who knew him and loved him there is simply an overwhelming sense of loss combined with a feeling of great gratitude for having him in our lives.”

 

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Dallas Woodburn had a complaint with my Mount Rushmores: “You didn’t include Greatest Chick Flicks – When Harry Met Sally, Sleepless in Seattle, You’ve Got Mail and Serendipity!”

 

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Prewitt’s legacy reaches far and wide, as evidenced by Dave Stancliff who wrote from Oregon: “So sorry to hear about what happened to this great man/artist. I didn’t need to personally know him to respect him. I knew him as Mr. Moore back in my school days. I still honor his memory.

 

“Mr. Moore was my fifth-grade English teacher. He helped channel my energy into something positive – writing. With his encouragement, I found a way to express myself. Not a good talker. No musical ability. Can’t dance. But, thanks to Mr. Moore I write . . . and write.”

 

Indeed, Mr. Stancliff was my very first newspaper editor and remains one of the finest writers I know.

 

If we are lucky, we all have our own Mr. Moore in our lives. For countless people, their personal Mount Rushmore includes Mr. Chris Prewitt.

 

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

 

 

 

Check out my new memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece”

 

 

Column: Tragic Loss of “Artist”

Teaching Fraternity Loses an “Artist”

 

“There are two kinds of teachers,” the great poet Robert Frost said. “The kind that fill you with so much quail shot you can’t move, and the kind that just give you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.”

 

Like many, I was fortunate to have a handful that prodded me. Miss James, Mr. Ridland, Ms. Hutchings and Mr. McFadden meant the sky to me.

Chris Prewitt

Chris Prewitt

 

And not to me alone, for as Andy Rooney observed: “Teachers have thousands of people who remember them for the rest of their lives.”

 

            That figure seems on the low side for Chris Prewitt.

 

Indeed, he seems to have gently prodded so many earthbound young people to jump for the skies during his far-too-brief teaching career that a memorial service this morning at 10 a.m. is being held in the Buena High School football stadium.

 

            Prewitt was tragically killed at age 38 last Sunday morning when he was hit by a car during a 16-mile run training for a marathon. The driver, 23-year-old Shante Chappell, is accused of the heinous crime of driving under the influence of drugs.

 

Making the senseless heartbreak further unbearable is that Prewitt leaves behind his wife, Erin, and 7-year-old daughter, Isabella, with a road of missed milestones laying ahead – from elementary school plays to proms to graduations and marriage and more.

 

(People interested can contribute to a college fund for Isabella at http://www.youcaring.com and search for “Chris Prewitt.”)

 

It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes you hear or read about a person and you not only wish you knew them – you feel at a loss because you don’t. Or didn’t. This is how I feel about Prewitt.

 

In a way, however, I feel like I did know this remarkable man because the outpouring of heartfelt words reminds me of how widely beloved one of my own favorite teachers was, the late Harold McFadden.

 

            Moreover, that Prewitt made such a profound impression on a number of people I know and revere – such as Trudy Tuttle Arriaga and Joe Vaughan – makes his loss resonate deeper.

 

Arriaga, superintendant of the Ventura Unified School District, told The Star: “He had a unique way of spreading his love of life.”

 

That passion spread to Emily Park, Foothill Tech’s 2013 valedictorian who now attends Wellesley College in Boston. Her most beautiful of eulogies, titled “A Recommendation For Mr. Prewitt To Enter Heaven” for Foothilldragonpress.org, includes this line: “My dream is to have the work ethic, the positivity, the pure kindness, the leadership skills, and the effect on people that Mr. Prewitt had while he was living.”

 

Without question, Mr. Prewitt prodded Emily to jump for the skies.

 

“One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings,” Carl Jung wrote. “The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.”

 

It has become far too fashionable to blame teachers for the shortcomings in our educational system. While Prewitt was by all accounts exceptional, he still was not the exception. I guarantee you DeAnza Academy of Technology and Arts, where Prewitt was the assistant principal, has other brilliant teachers. Same for Foothill Tech, where Prewitt taught previously; and Buena High, where he coached water polo.

 

And every other school in Ventura County.

 

Because of one driver who didn’t belong on the road future classrooms will be diminished by not experiencing Prewitt’s vital warmth. This diminishes the future for all of us.

 

 “I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists,” the word artist John Steinbeck said. “Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.”

 

We have lost a great artist.

 

Chris Prewitt’s work, however, will live on in his former students – surely some who will become teachers and great “artists” themselves giving their students a little prod to jump for the skies.

 

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

 

Check out my new memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece”

 

 

Column: New Mount Rushmores

We’re Going To Need More Granite

 

Eighty years ago the sculpture on steroids known as Mount Rushmore had the face of its first rock star dedicated in ceremony. Three years later in 1936 Thomas Jefferson joined George Washington followed by Abraham Lincoln’s face in 1937. Lastly, in 1939, Theodore Roosevelt’s spectacled countenance completed the famous presidential quartet.

 

RushmoreIn honor of the 75th anniversary, I thought it would be fun to consider some other Mount Rushmores. Certainly you will not agree with all – or perhaps even many – of my suggestions, but that’s part of the fun.

 

Likely, one’s own age and biases will blur their vision.

 

And, hopefully, good-natured arguments will ensue which is fine because these are not written in stone – oh, wait, yes they are!

 

Let’s put the boxing gloves on and begin.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Boxing – Jack Johnson, Joe Louis, Muhammad Ali and Rocky Balboa.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Models – Surely dating myself, I’ll go with chiseling in granite these – um – busts: Cheryl Tiegs, Kathy Ireland, Elle Macpherson and Christie Brinkley.

 

The Mount Rushmore of American Writers (Male) – Hemingway, Twain, Steinbeck and, since this is my list, Jim Murray.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Writers (Female) – Emily Dickinson, Harper Lee (I know, I know, she only wrote one book but “To Kill A Mockingbird” is THAT great!), J.K. Rowling (conversely for her series of books and their impact on young readers), and Maya Angelou (for her voice aloud as well as on the written page).

 

The Mount Rushmore of Athletic Shoes – PF Flyers, Chuck Taylor Converse High-Tops, Adidas Superstars and Nike Air Jordans.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Stadiums – Since there are far more great stadiums than great presidents, I’m breaking this into categories:

 

Baseball – Yankee Stadium, Fenway Park, Dodger Stadium and (sorry Wrigley Field) the tiny Field of Dreams.

 

Football/Track – The Colosseum (in Rome),The Coliseum (Los Angeles Memorial, host of two Olympics and two Super Bowls including the first), The Rose Bowl (framed by the San Gabriel Mountains) and (sorry Lambeau Stadium, Notre Dame Stadium, Ohio Stadium, Soldier Field and others) The Astrodome (for good reason called in 1965 “The Eighth Wonder of the World”).

 

            Arenas – The original Madison Square Garden, the original Boston Garden, The “Fabulous” Forum and Pauley Pavilion because championship banners matter.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Cold Cereals – Corn Flakes, Rice Krispies, Raisin Bran and Wheaties.

 

My Personal Boyhood Mount Rushmore of Sugar For Breakfast – Froot Loops, Super Sugar Crisp, Alpha-Bits and Tony The Tiger’s “They’re Grrreat!” Frosted Flakes.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Candy Bars – Hershey, Milky Way, Snickers and 3 Musketeers.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Basketball – James Naismith (The Inventor), John Wooden (The Wizard), Phil Jackson (The Zen Master) and Jerry West (The NBA’s Logo and thus represents all the hardwood greats).

 

The Mount Rushmore of Quarterbacks – Johnny Unitas, Otto Graham (seven pro championships in 10 title games in his 10-year-career), Joe Montana and I’ll have to get back to you on the fourth.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Tennis (Men) – Remember this is my monument: Rod Laver, Bjorn Borg, and Mike and Bob Bryan (unlike the greatest singles player in history, there is no debate over the greatest doubles tandem ever).

 

The Mount Rushmore of Tennis (Women) – Billie Jean King, Chris Evert, Martina Navratilova and Steffi Graf.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Superheroes (Comics) – Batman, Superman, (Comics), Spider-Man and (my monument) Mighty Mouse.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Superheroes (Film) – John Wayne (almost every role), James Bond, Atticus Finch and James Bailey.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Female Vocalists – Aretha Franklin, Ella Fitzgerald, Janis Joplin and Whitney Houston.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Male Vocalists – I’m not even going to try.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Movies – Impossible, but here goes: The Jazz Singer (first talkie), Casablanca (first on many people’s list), Star Wars (hey, its my list) and just to make my Pops happy, his boyhood version of Star Wars and all-time favorite movie to this day, The Adventures of Robin Hood starring Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland.

 

The Mount Rushmore of Rock ’n’ Roll – In another impossible category, I choose to have George, Thomas, Abe and Teddy joined by John, Paul, George and Ringo.

 

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Woody Woodburn writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com.

 

Check out my new memoir WOODEN & ME: Life Lessons from My Two-Decade Friendship with the Legendary Coach and Humanitarian to Help “Make Each Day Your Masterpiece”