Nena (Teneyck) Zieschang
Mr; Rossi was my favorite teacher. My fondest memory of him is our class of '76 senior trip. Most of us were 18 by then and at the time, it was the legal drinking age. One of my classmates and I were waiting to get on the elevator with a case of beer ( back then, that seemed like a lot !) The door opened and there stood Mr. Rossi, reading the newspaper. He looked at us, then slowly raised the paper so he couldn't see us. It was the longest ride ever!

