I lived in a public housing project that was conveniently located in the back of this school, along with the whole Waiakea school complex itself (elementary, intermediate & high schools) literally in my own backyard. Well, maybe not dat close, but within an easy 10-15 minute walk.
I spent all 6 years here: coming in as a tiny kindergartener to graduating as a 5th grader. I remember Mr. Daimaru, my stinky 5th grade teacher (he smoked) who we used to call "Mr. Diarrhea" behind his back. :p Mrs. Aileen Fuke was my 3rd grade teacher and one of the most favorite teachers EVER; I was previously assigned to another teacher, but they pulled me & a few other kids from my class to help form her class. We were housed in the portable that used to be located next to the old computer room near the kindergarten building.
Here I was, this dirt-poor, academically-challenged (i.e., I never do my homework most of da time), and bullied kid who had little going for her ... Mrs. Fuke was akamai (smart) enough to reward scholastic/personal achievements on a token economy basis (positive reinforcement technique). I flourished under her guidance and I'll never forget her for that. I wonder wea she stay at now? read more