Morgan Park High School

This review is only for the auditorium. It needs help. I was just here for a fashion show that the seniors put on, supporting the little sis and her friends.
I’d never been inside of the school before and was amazed by its size. In trying to get to the auditorium, we had to walk around the entire length of the school. In looking at the size of the school, I was thinking that the actual auditorium would be bigger. It wasn’t. The auditorium at my school was much bigger. We were lucky enough to have two auditoriums, one big and one small, and I think this one was about in the middle of the two in terms of size. I know there’s a balcony area, but the part that’s on ground level is teeny!
The stage seems to be okay in size, but doesn’t really seem like it has been updated in a long while. The seats are painful to sit in for very long, and I’ll admit, I’ve got a nice amount of padding on my caboose to ease the discomfort. But yet, after sitting a few minutes in those hard seats, I wonder how the kids at the school can bear it. I was able to take a peek around the school as we walked around, and I’m under the impression it is in need of a makeover as well. Paint, to start with.

Let go of the past. I would not send my dog here

Morgan Park HS a.k.a. Empehi.
My mother went here & so did I.
It was a looooooooong time ago…
Things I remember:
There were sororities & fraternities that had been in existence since my mom’s day. Yes, in high school. They had rushes, pledging, the whole shebang. Was I in one? Yeah… hahaha.
I remember wearing the school colors, green & white, looking like a cheerleader, on the football game days. I wasn’t a cheerleader ’cause football is not my thing & I rarely went to the games.
I did help Mr. Midtaune grade physics tests, that was interesting. And English was my favorite subject, followed closely by Russian (with Miss Petrus).
I remember one wonderful boy who had a crush on me and I let him slip away. I didn’t realize how much he liked me. Then, at my 25-​year reunion, I saw him again. And he did remember. He told me I broke his heart. And I wished I could turn back time and do it right…
I went to my 10-​year reunion & my 25-​year, am wondering if there will be another one… or if everybody is dead by now except me, haha!
Morgan Park and the Beverly neighborhoods were beautiful when I lived there, and I assume they still are. There were winding streets with huge oak trees — Longwood Drive with its vintage mansions up on the hill. My friend Pat lived in one. We got lost in it one day while exploring the empty house after dark, just before her family moved in, it was that big. And my one bf lived in the Frank Lloyd Wright house on Longwood Dr. near 99^th Street. I remember all the cool built-​ins, that house really rocked.
I walked a mile home from school sometimes, by choice, because the route was so elegant and peaceful.
I still have my yearbooks. I was a somewhat socially inept, awkward Freshman who evolved into a pretty, popular Senior, in the top 1% of my class. I graduated at 16.
It was a lovely time. I am very lucky.
Lucky also that we never got caught for smoking in the halls, or when we drove that VW over the school lawn…
I was a smart kid, never said I was no angel…