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August 17, 2004
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At first look it may not seem like a very noteworthy place, but it's where I spent a good part of 12 years of my childhood along with about 0.000005% of the current US population.
I attended Ross Corners Christian Academy from 1974-1985, and spent about a week back in NY recently in part to attend my 20th high school reunion. For those of you having trouble reconciling my youthful good looks with having graduated high school so long ago, I can only say that California living has been good to me (also, the reunion happened a year early.)
After graduation, I went to college in the area and learned computer science, then moved to Grand Rapids, MI and worked in IT for 8 years, and finally ended up being a geek in California. It was interesting to hear what some of my classmates have been up to since graduation. Some are still in the area, some have moved around the country a bit, most have kids, and I don't think anyone else ended up in a tech job.
One of my classmates ended up in the Bay Area for business the week after the reunion so I had a chance to catch up some more. He's about to retire after 20 years of military service and has two kids, 13 and 16 years old. That caused a bit of reflection on how different my life could have been.
The whole experience did inspire me somewhat. With apologies to The Village People, this is what came to me:
Young man, need an education?
I said, young man, don't be like everyone.
I said, young man, east of Apalachin
There's no need to be unhappy.
Young man, there's a place you can go.
I said, young man, you can meet a Darrow.
We're all Baptists, and you'll want to stand tall
And go up for each altar call.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
They have lots of good times in the sanctuary
You should be a missionary ...
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
You can get do victory drill with the rest of your class,
You can learn about Balaam's ass ...
Young girl, are you listening to me?
I said, young girl, what do you want to be?
I said, young girl, just enroll right away.
You get points if you're a PK.
No girl does it all by herself.
I said, young girl, get your books off the shelf,
And just go there, to the R.C.C.A
I'm sure they can help you to pray.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
They have everything for you girls to enjoy,
You just can't make out with the boys...
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
You can learn how to type, learn about the Dead Sea,
You can be a secretary ...
Young kids, jeans are evil you know.
Only young girls ought to let their hair grow.
And no sneakers on your feet if you please.
And girls, wear skirts below the knees ...
Keep our simple rules and you'll find
That their teachers will be nothing but kind.
At the rapture, you won't be left behind.
The other kids don't seem to mind.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
It's fun to go to the R-C-C-A.
There's discipline with the best of intentions,
Get demerits and detentions ...
R-C-C-A ... you'll love it at the R-C-C-A.
Young kids, young kids, we're off 434.
Young kids, young kids, the Sub Station's next door.
R-C-C-A ... you'll love it at the R-C-C-A.
Young kids, young kids, in the basement at church.
Young kids, young kids, you can end your school search.
R-C-C-A ... just go to the R-C-C-A.
Young kids, young kids, are you listening to me?
Young kids, young kids, what do you wanna be?
Posted by nickh at August 17, 2004 09:47 PM
Comments
There is a nice photo of RCCA at http://home.comcast.net/~skreee/index/pictures/hell.jpg
Posted by: Max at August 30, 2004 12:06 PM