Showing posts with label Golbez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golbez. Show all posts

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Tales from High School X - Señor Golbez Goes to Ray Ohn's

This tale from St. Francis High is one of my all time favorites. At this school, there was a program called Senior Service. Every Wednesday, seniors would spend the morning at an off-campus site doing community service of some sort. For example, my senior year, I helped out in a 1st grade classroom at my old elementary school. Other seniors helped out at nursing homes, etc. A secret benefit of senior service was that juniors taking a senior-level class were effectively granted a free period on Wednesdays when their senior-level class fell during the morning. I was a year ahead in French, taking French IV as a junior, and the Spanish IV class also met at the same time. This meant that the two juniors in my class (myself and Craig Biscuitzka) often joined or were joined by the handful of Spanish IV juniors, such as my friends John Gozer and James Draco. This was already a good situation when we had an easy period with Madame Maroon (a wonderful educator and a good person), but was even better when Craig and I would get to join the Spanish IV juniors for a free period/study hall with Señor Golbez.

Golbez was just as prone to even more prone than any students to getting bored and wanting to chat during this time. Sometimes he would want to pass the time by playing "Would You Rather?", a game which consists of Golbez describing two or three situations, then asking you to choose which you would rather do. The most notable involved choosing between being a hideously ugly man with living in poverty but with an enormous penis and lots of sex, being a man of average-looks, divorced, two kids, with a middle income, average penis, and normal amounts of sex, or a beautiful man (like a model!) with lots of money but a tiny penis and lackluster sex life. Don't most teachers talk to their students about these options?

Perhaps the greatest time-passing chat we ever had with good ol' Golbez in these study halls was as follows. Please note that I cannot verify his story, I can only verify that this is the story as it was told to us. Oh, and it should be noted that Bellido had a twin brother (so he says), Alejandro Bellido Golbez. He himself is Bellido Alejandro Golbez. True? False? Again, only he knows. From here on in for this entry, quotes mean it is Bellido Golbez speaking:

"I want chu guys to know someting about me. I never drink, and I never fight."

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(Like 15 seconds of silence)

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"But this one time I went to Ray Ohn's [a nightclub] in [Name of state capital] and I got SOOOOOO drunk! And there was this girl there and she was like 'woo woo!' [breast-juggling gesture] so I was like 'grab!' [breast-grabbing gesture]. Den she got like SOOOO mad but I didn't care because I was like laughing, but then her boyfriend came up and wanted to fight so I called my brother Alejandro over and then we beat him up and then we were thrown out for fighting and never allowed back for two years."

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(At this point, we are in a bit of a stunned silence. Didn't he preface this story by saying he never drinks and never fights? Oh well, maybe this was the one exception.)

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"And this weekend was the end of two years, so we went back."

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"Now we are not allowed back ever again."

Truly, a role model.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Tales from High School X - The Most Excellent Tragedy and Comedy of Señor Golbez, Philip, and Cooper

Hey readers, sorry it's been a while. For a variety of reasons, including moving, starting a new job, and holidays, I have been an absent blogger for too long. I also used up most of my favorite Lebowski tales, which left me without a strong direction for the blog. So I thought, what other parts of my life do I have stories from besides my family? Welcome to the latest addition to the Shorts Below Freezing family of anecdotes: Tales from High School X. The Tales from High School X will chronicle the highs and lows of my high school experience at an all-male Catholic high school (a great contributor to my renunciation of Catholicism!). To protect the innocent and guilty alike, we'll call this high school St. Francis High, which is not its real name. To give you a sense of the time frame, I attended St. Francis High from 1997-2001. This first set of tales begins in the Fall of 1998, at the dawn of my sophomore year.

While I took French in high school, other friends of mine took Spanish, as so many high schoolers do. That year, the school hired a new Spanish teacher, a native speaker originally from Venezuela. This man has been mentioned before, rivaling Uncle Vinnie Jerboa in the world of self-believed lies: Bellido Alejandro Golbez. My good friend Dan Hellion would fill me in after every class about this new Spanish teacher. He was a riot, making jokes all the time, talking about attractive women and popular music, and had strange and original ideas for assignments. One assignment was to watch the Miss Universe competition on television and write about who was the most attractive, with a caveat that selecting Miss Puerto Rico would likely result in a high grade. Another assignment was to write two pages. About anything at all. In English. For a Spanish class. Dan, curious about Bellido's facility with more obscure English vocabulary strung together dozens of random 3-4 syllable words. When the paper was returned to him, two words were circled at random with the comment "That is so true!" added.

Señor Golbez was so entertaining that Dan introduced me to him, and we and a few other students would visit him before homeroom and at the end of the day, which was always a laugh. Before long, Bellido started to think of us as his friends, rather than his students, and insisted we never call him Mr. Golbez. Some of the wacky things he said once we were in his inner circle are stories for another entry. Today is about his dealings with another student, a student named Phil Mead. Phil was half-Spanish, and spoke Spanish with near fluency, so he was in the Sophomore Spanish class even though he was a Freshman. However, Phil was not the best student, in spite of his background, so his performance in class was average. Phil also was excitable and prone to zoning out. He was an easy target for some of the more prank-prone sophomores in his class.

Early in the year, Phil had the misfortune of sitting in front of a student named Cooper Walton. Cooper was the type of guy who had no problem with getting a laugh at someone else's expense, and wasn't all that interested in paying attention in class. One day, the custodians had changed the florescent lights in the ceiling, and had left a long tube florescent light bulb on the floor in the back of the room, near where Cooper and Phil were seated. Cooper, bored in class while Mr. Golbez was writing on the board, picked up the light bulb and started swinging it around like a lightsaber. To earn chuckles from his peers, or maybe just to stave off boredom, Cooper even started making lightsaber sound effects. Golbez's ears perked up. His turn around was imminent. Cooper had to think fast. Luck was with him.

Phil, sitting in front of him, was daydreaming, totally oblivious to the goings on nearby. He had the misfortune of having one of his hands open and visible to Cooper. In the instant before Golbez could turn around, Cooper slapped the bulb into Phil's hand, which gripped it reflexively. By the time Golbez saw the scene, Phil was staring agape at the tell-tale weapon in his hand. "PHILIP!" gasped Golbez, seemingly shocked and offended, "How DARE you disrupt the class in this ways?" Phil tried to protest his innocence, "But dude, it was Cooper! Cooper did it!" Mr. Golbez would not believe this apparent lie, "Philip, you are clearly holdings of evidence. You go to the office!" (Golbez sometimes tripped up his English a bit). Philip was sent to the office, in spite of his pleas.

The antagonistic relationship continued. During a test one day, students had to take turns going up to Mr. Golbez's desk to do a brief oral component of the exam. Each would come up in turn, then go back to their desk to continue the written work silently. When it was Phil's turn, Cooper turned Phil's desk around backwards while he was up at the front, then locked his legs into the desk to prevent righting it. Phil came back and stage whispered his anger to Cooper: "Dude! Stop turning my desk, I need to sit down!" Cooper ignored him and continued to lock the desk in place. Phil struggled to wrench it free, causing a bit of a ruckus. Golbez looked up from the student he was working with now and said "Philip! Stop this noise and sit down at once!" "Dude, I'm trying!" Phil gave up his struggle and sat in the desk facing backwards. Almost immediately this was noticed and Phil was once again ejected from the classroom, this time for trying to cheat by turning his desk to see other papers. This poor kid could not catch a break. It didn't help that Mr. Golbez was pretty much incapable of seeing or responding to any disruptions but the most obvious.

As the year continued on, Phil decided he'd had enough of Coopers constant torment. One day, tired of Cooper flicking him in the ear and whispering to him, Phil raised his hand and asked, "Señor Golbez, can I move to the empty seat in the front?" Seeing nothing wrong with this request, Golbez readily agreed. "Of COURSE, Philip, please come up to the front!" Phil gathered his things and headed up to the front, stopping to turn and deliver a smug victory look at Cooper. This would not stand, Cooper decided. "Mr. Golbez? I can't see the board, can I move up to that empty seat behind Phil's new seat?"

"But of COURSE, Cooper!"

There's plenty more Golbez stories, and other Tales from High School X, so stay tuned!