Invitation
For: David Burishkin
What: Pep Rally for Dave
When: Saturday, May 16, 2009
Where: Loma Linda Elementary Chan Auditorium
Light "ballpark" refreshments will be served starting at 6:30 p.m., followed by a program in Chan Auditorium at 8:00 p.m.
Spread the word to all current and formerstudents, staff, and friends of Dave Burishkin.
You can add your support:
attend the rally
write comments on this blog
send photos to pdietrich@lla.org to be posted on this blog
post comments/photos on Facebook: "Pep Rally for Dave Burishkin"
send a card to Dave using LLA's address
@ 10656 Anderson Street . Loma Linda . CA . 92354
Send suggestions for additional support for Dave to pdietrich@lla.org
Memories
Share your memorable stories with all of us using the comment option below.
15 comments:
Hang in there Mr. Burishkin. We're all pulling for you.
I remember Mr. Pullens and Mr. Burishkin when Mr. Pullens was in the physics classroom and Mr. Burishkin was in the lab. Mr. Pullens would come in and turn the heat up and then put a finger to his lips and shake his head. It would start to warm up in the lab, and Mr. Burishkin would shake his head, go over to the thermostat and turn it back down. If he caught Mr. Pullens changing it, he would scold Mr. Pullens for making it too warm in the classroom, and Mr. Pullens would complain that it was freezing and it needed to be warmer.
I also remember that Mr. Burishkin told us that algebra was easy. He said, "I don't teach anything that's hard to do - 'cause I can't do math that's hard. So remember, it has to be easy."
-Joanne (Couperus)Greene
LLA '91
Just one more memorable phrase to add to the long list of Burishikinisms: "Orville Had A Hunk Of Apple" I can still hear him repeating this odd phrase to help us feeble Algebra I students remember sine, cosine and tangent. Unfortunately this is about all I remember of Algebra - but then I was a Freshman!
Robert Skoretz LLA '86
One time Eric Frykman was being Eric Frykman in physics class and Burishkin finally had had enough. Part of his punishment was to go get a rose and put it on his wife's desk. That's what I remember from physics class at LLA . . . along with shooting guns inside the lab (not all the bullets ended up inside the designated area), Frykman driving as fast as he could in his beatup Gremlin (or whatever it was) and then slamming on the brakes to measure the coefficient of friction between his tires and the road and many other similar stories.
Todd Anderson, 88'
Mr. B got me interested in school again. First, the paper-clip motors he had us build that would eventually stop after about a minute or two because of the carbon build-up. I was so intrigued I went home and built my own...a bigger and longer-lasting version. Second, I always looked forward to his classes though I wasn't always punctual (I think Doug Risken and I were late more than we were on time). Anyway, I remember buying donuts for the class several times and doing push-ups to pay for my sins. Finally, when I was contemplating whether or not to go into education it was my fun/positive memories from Mr. B's classes that ultimately made me chose teaching.
Tom Arntson, 88'
Dear LA,
I am the mother of graduates from 2001 and 2003 and my son and daughter had Mr. B for physics. Since we are out of the loop please share Mr. B's health status. Our prayers are here.
I don't understand...can't find anywhere on this blog where it says what's going on with Dave...?
I remember the only "A" I received on a physics quiz. Mr. Burishkin had put together a blood drive for the Blood Bank. In order to make sure it was well attended he told our Physics class he would give us all "A's" if we donated blood. I can't remember if I was first or second in that line (I really needed that "A"!) but what I do recall is Mr. Burishkin's unconventional way of teaching that did more to instill a love for learning in us kids. He represents the type of teacher that is priceless! Lots of love to you; we're pulling for you!
Kirsten (Sheldon) McRaven '88
I was and am a big fan of the Burishkin family. Cheryl was my 6th grade teacher at Miramonte Elementary School in Mountain View CA. She had white blonde hair that reached her lower back. One parent thought she was a student. (This was back in 1974-75). Dave was my teacher at Mountain View Academy. I loved every minute in his class. We all loved him...and still do. Hang in there....you are in our (Swiridoff and Foulston Family) prayers.
Love Schatz. You know who I am.
As the mother of two of Mr. Burishkin's students, I remember how he made the math make sense. I also remember playing baseball on his team at Pine Springs Ranch during a school outing. I made a huge powerful swing of the bat and the result looked like a well-placed bunt. His enthusiastic reaction made me feel like a part of the team. What a great man!!
thanks for feeding my love for math and physics so many years ago. I continue to reap the benefits still today - my kids are about the same age I was then and they also share this love. We'll pray for you. -Alwin Vyhmeister
I really enjoyed Mr. Burishkin's physics class and his well-known and often used phrase, "Is there any questions?" I remember making the paper clip motors and another student in the class could never get his to work--so I helped him out and Mr. Burishkin made him repay me by taking me to lunch and a movie! It was my first movie in a movie theater--all due to Mr. Burishkin.
He and his family are in my prayers.
Nancy Endeno-Galima '90
I remember looking forward to Burishkin's class every day. The man's personality just brought a smile to your face no matter how bad a day you were having. He and Nicki Gonzales made class fun and lively. In fact, the first time I came back to visit after graduation, I went directly to Mr. Burishkin's class to say hello so I suppose that says alot about the man for me right there. I will be thinking about you and praying for you and your family.
Doug Risken '88
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
By W. H. Auden
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