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PS 33
19-MAY-2005 Karl R. Josker

PS 33

157 Elk St. Buffalo

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FABIAN BROWN 04-Jul-2012 14:48
class of 1978 33 Giants best time ever we should have a reunion
Marleny Santiago 14-May-2011 19:39
I enetered this beautiful school when i was in Kindergarten and I left my 7th grade year. Im a senior in a High School in Florida. Words cant explain how much I loved and miss this school. I walked down the hallways with my eyes closed. The memories i shared in this school with my old friends and my wonderful teachers was AMAZING! I wouldn't change any memories I had in this school. This school helped me grow up and prepare myself for the real world. I thank everybody who was apart of my journey; Mrs. Osorio-Casillas, Ms. Lofton, Ms. Natal, and etc... I love this school and now that its remodeled i can't recognize it. From my older cousin from my family to my baby cousin of the family attended this school, its apart of my life. Well thanks for reading it was nice reminiscing and sharing my story. (:
Jackie 24-Jun-2009 19:34
I had tons of amazing memories here that are on my mind almost every day. I don't know how a school could do that to you, but this one did! I graduated from 8th grade here in 2002
Israel Lopez 07-Nov-2007 03:35
This is 1 of the best school i have been 2. I started attending this school when I was in 5th grade in the year 2003. I graduated from 8th grade here in the year of 2007. This school holds alot of memories of all the good times we all had. To me this school has been the best and something special in my childhood life. This school is so old, my parents were attending this school when they were kids what a coincidence. I remember going out on field trips with my classmates those were the best times. No one will recognize it now with the big change they gave it.The memories of this school will always bein my mind.
Kevin 01-Jul-2005 18:53
I remember when the parking lot was the boys yard and the other side of this building was the girls yard. My older brother would drag me to school. I would take my shoes and socks off and throw them into the storm drain on South Park. I would sit on the curb while he fished them out, put them back on my feet and tied my shoes. All the while I would sit there with my arms crossed, glaring at him petulently. We were always late for school. The crossing guard would help him sometimes. He needed it, I was a handful.

The boys yard was also the scene of the greatest race at PS 33. We would line up at the red brick building in the background and race to the fence in the foreground. It was much taller then, even though we were much shorter then, too. We would race into the fence, our chests extended, arms back, and bounce off the chain link fence. I was the fastest boy in the yard in 4th grade (Mrs. O'Hara). One morning one of the girls came over to our yard, walked up to me, said she heard I was the fastest. She said she was the fastest in her yard and challenged me to a race. I was intimidated by this lanky blonde who broke the rules and came into the boys yard. The other boys accepted the challenge for me and the race was on, beyond my control. She matched me stride for stride. I swore I won, she swore she won. It was a tie, but boyful pride wouldn't let me accept the fact a girl could beat me. She became my first love, I even pushed her into a mud puddle on the way home for lunch. I thought I was gonna be in TROUBLE. We used to wait for each other a few blocks away on our way to school and would part there on our way home after lingering over small talk.

We moved to the suburbs that summer. I started 5th grade in strange surroundings. But, you know Rebecca, you really won that race by half a stride. The fastest girl I ever knew and one I will never forget.