Goodbye to High School
By Tony Holler

 

On February 18, 1959, I was born a teacher’s kid. My father, Don Holler, taught and coached for 47 years (Gridley, Flanagan, Shelbyville, Princeton, Oswego, Aurora University, and Aurora Central Catholic). Dad worked as a dean’s assistant at Waubonsie Valley High School for another ten years after retiring from teaching. My father believed teaching and coaching to be the most honorable profession in the world.

The central theme of my childhood was high school. I seemingly spent most of my youth in high school hallways, gymnasiums, and locker rooms. Being my father’s oldest son, I became his wingman. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t think about my dad’s high school football, basketball, and track teams.

It’s strange to be a little kid tied to a high school. Teenagers were my idols. When Alice Cooper burst onto the scene with his anthemic I’m Eighteen, I was eleven. To this day, eighteen sounds old to me.

I could make the argument that high school has been the common thread of my entire life. I was only free from the high school life for a brief window of time… college.

I entered Knox College as a pre-med student, but deep down I knew what I was born to do. I ended up student-teaching my senior year.

Looking back, student teaching was a seminal moment for me. My winter of 1981 established the inertia to where I am today. My cooperating teacher was my mom’s brother. Kelly Kane was ten years younger than my mom, ten years older than me. No one from Knox ever asked if my cooperating teacher was also my uncle, so I didn’t tell them. I moved in with my uncle and his family during my ten weeks of student teaching. I slept in a space in the the basement a few feet from an ancient furnace. I usually went to bed by 11:00, woke up at 6:30, and dressed like a grown up. Living with a young family (three kids including a baby) was a stark contrast to the debauchery of the Beta House of Knox College. My immersion into student teaching went even further… I coached basketball full-time for Galesburg High School.

Student teaching was only a fraction of my experience. Bill Allison, Dave Peck, Barry Swanson, and Tom Hensel, four teaching and coaching friends of Kelly Kane, adopted me as a friend. All became mentors. Spending time with those five men in their early thirties, I got a glimpse my future. I witnessed the daily struggle of teaching and coaching while raising a young family on a shoestring budget.

I’ve often described life with a metaphor of being born into a boat. We arrive into our boat without choosing our parents, our skin color, our inheritance, our location, and our religion. We are born without choosing to be born. If we are lucky, we are born into a decent boat. Our boat heads down stream until it falls off a cliff into the abyss. We never know when the cliff will come. People don’t return from the abyss. Sometimes we change boats and passengers, but the boats continue to head down the river regardless. The current is forever, life is not. In a way, high school has been a part of my boat for 60 years.

 

August, 1981

I began teaching in 1981 at an old school in poor coal-mining town. I chose Harrisburg in the hills of Southern Illinois over Palatine Fremd in the rich suburbs of Chicago. I would have made more than twice the money at Palatine Fremd. I chose to live in near-poverty because Harrisburg offered better coaching opportunities.

My first night out in Harrisburg, I met my future wife. Jill Brinkley was literally the first girl I met in my new town. For the next two years, Jill and I worked together at Harrisburg High School. 22 months after we first met, we got together and married nine weeks later. Nine weeks later.

On my second night out in Harrisburg, I went night fishing with the newly hired football coach and newly hired baseball coach. I hadn’t been fishing since I was in the third grade, so I was pretty nervous going fishing in the middle of the night with two strangers. We drove deep into the Shawnee National Forest, probably Hardin County or Pope Country. I remember driving through tall grass to get to a creek. We traversed the creek in a rowboat, sticking dozens of cane poles into the muddy creek bank, traveling back and forth to reap our harvest. All three of us in the boat that night became Hall of Fame coaches. Al Way in football, Jay Thompson in baseball, and me in track & field. All three of us coached three sports. Jay Thompson recently won his 800th high school baseball game. Al and Jay were my best friends for 23 years. We haven’t spoken since my family left Harrisburg in 2004.

In 1982, I became the youngest head basketball coach in the state of Illinois. Harrisburg was meant to be a brief stop, a stepping stone to the big time. Instead, I got married and had four kids. I got fired as the basketball coach without cause in 1990. A month earlier the school board hired me as head track coach.

After 23 years in Harrisburg, we decided to blow it all up and relocate. My wife and I were offered jobs in Kentucky, Tennessee, and Florida. We chose to go to Franklin, TN. I taught and coached for two years at the best high school in the state. Franklin was a spectacular place to live and work. Red state teachers are grossly underpaid but I loved Franklin and loved Franklin High School. I was proud to be a Franklin Rebel.

Before my first year at Franklin ended, an old high school classmate, Pete Pasteris, called and asked me if I’d be interested in coming to his new high school on the north side of Plainfield. Pete promised Plainfield North would become “The New Neuqua”. Pete Pasteris was Plainfield North’s first principal. Pasteris had already hired two legends, Dan Darlington (football) and Joe Gura (basketball). My cousin, Tim Kane, was on the football staff. With the lure of a $20K pay increase and an indoor track, I said yes to Plainfield North. The Plainfield North chemistry position would not materialize for another year, so I spent a second year at Franklin in limbo before heading to North for the 2006-07 school year.

My 13 years at Plainfield North have flown by. Ask old people and they will all tell you how time flies as you age. 38 years ago, I was a 22 year-old teacher at a high school where most teachers were older than my dad. Now I’m 60. My boat is better than ever, but it’s still headed towards the cliff and into the abyss.

“The years just flow by like a broken down dam.” – John Prine, Angel From Montgomery

I thought about writing an article called “My Next 60 Years”, a take-off of Tim McGraw’s hit song, “My Next 30 Years”. However, the story became a strange attempt at science fiction, something about the discovery of telomere lengthening drugs being marketed in the year 2059. The good news, I would live forever. The bad news, I would live forever as a 100 year-old man.  No thanks. The abyss is not a bad thing.

“Time does funny things to us. It removes everything from us and substitutes new things which will be removed in their turn. Eventually, it removes us, and those we leave behind are left with memories and a new parade of people, events, and things.” – Audrey Niffenegger, author of The Time Traveler’s Wife.

 

What Will You Miss the Most?

I will miss prep periods, going home for lunch, and snow days. Seriously. As much as I’ve loved teaching, I’ve loved the breaks in the action the best. As a prepare for a lifetime of Saturdays, I’m wondering if my future Saturdays will ever be as great as my Saturdays during a busy school year.

I will miss the seasons. Obviously, I will still experience summer, fall, winter, and spring, but I will miss attending the first day of school in August and seeing five new classes of chemistry students. Next August I will not have a “first day of school” for the first time in 55 years! I will miss the rhythm of the school day. I will miss the tradition of Friday night football games. I will miss looking forward to Christmas break and rebooting my life. I will miss the glory of a teacher’s summer. No matter how many 70-hour weeks I worked during the spring, I always knew summer was coming.

In my lifetime of being tied to a high school, I’ve never had the problem that John Prine wrote about in the aforementioned Angel From Montgomery, “How in the hell can a person go to work in the morning and come home in the evening and have nothing to say.” Nope, I always had stories to tell. Every day. High school is a happening place.

At the risk of sounding sappy, I will miss my students. I’ve pretty much taught sophomores my entire career. I like sophomores because sophomores like high school. Eventually sophomores grow into juniors and seniors who see school as a medium security, teenage daycare and detention center.

Over my 38 years, I’ve observed that parents of my students seem much older than their actual age. Even the young parents seem old. My theory… if you hang around with adults, you lose track of your inner child. My friends have always been teenagers. Teaching has kept me immature.

I will miss Chemistry. I don’t think I will ever teach it again. No more liquid nitrogen demos. No more explosions. No more fire alarms.

The only quote that sits on my desk comes from W. B. Yeats, “Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”

 

What Are You Going To Do?

I plan to stay tethered to Plainfield North in a small way by continuing as head track coach. I don’t know if coaching without teaching will leave me feeling disconnected. If I feel like an outsider, I will move on. I’m more than a track coach.

The short answer to what I’m going to be doing is simply, the three R’s… reading, writing, and running.

In the past few years, teaching has kept me from doing things I’d rather be doing. In my year-38 of teaching and year-60 of life, I’ve run every single day. Every single day. At the time of this publishing, I have run 366 consecutive days. I only run a couple miles because I don’t have the time to run further. From now on, I will have the time. I’ve run four marathons, maybe I’ll run another.

I’ve read a thousand books in my life, but recently I don’t seem to have the time to read as much as I would like. From now on, I will have the time.

I’ve become a writer and I have a small but loyal following. I don’t have time to write as much as I would like. From now on, I will have the time.

My business, “Feed the Cats”, will continue to grow. My business is part photography, part writing, and part public speaking. I answer dozens of emails from coaches from all over the country, so I guess you could say that “Feed the Cats” is also a non-profit consulting business. At the heart of my business is the science and the coaching of sprinting. The soul of  my business is prioritizing the health, happiness, and performance of kids. I’ve been described as an evangelical speaker, even though there’s not an evangelical bone in my body.

My public speaking has allowed my wife and I to travel and explore new places. We will travel to Great Falls, Montana, and Banff, Canada, in July. There’s a potential “Feed the Cats” coaching clinic in the works for July (Massachusetts). Jonas Dodoo is finalizing plans to have me speak in the UK in August. I’m hoping it works out, I’ve never been overseas. I will speak in Tintin Falls, NJ, in September and Ames, Iowa, in December.

I’m co-owner of the Track Football Consortium, attracting coaches from coast to coast. On June 21-22, USC coach Caryl Smith Gilbert will head a list of presenters unmatched at any clinic in the country. We just had a coach from Jakarta, Indonesia, purchase a ticket to our event. Our consortium attracts rebel talent. I’ve considered writing a book entitled, “The Search for Rebel Talent”.

My wife and I have 73 years of teaching between us. Teaching may be in our past, but teaching will always be in our blood. Our kids, Adrienne, Alec, Troy, and Quinn have their own boats now (not real boats, just a metaphor). Adrienne has married Rob, Alec has married Tanya, and Troy is engaged to Julie. Quinn is still single. Our grandkids, Kendrick, Axel, and McKenna are new passengers. Hopefully, we will keep our boats close. Life is better when you ride the current together.

Goodbye high school.

 

First year of teaching (1981), the kid (Paul Rasch) in the picture is now 53 or 54. 

 

Tony Holler
@pntrack
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tony.holler@yahoo.com

 

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  • Tim
    Reply

    Great article coach. You’ve made a huge impact on your profession and thousands of kids since 1981. I hope you and your old best friends are able to reconcile in some way.

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thanks Tim. Life is strange.

  • Robert O'Rourke
    Reply

    Hi Tony,

    Your article is an enjoyable read for retired teacher and track coach. I was introduced to your work a few months ago by my friend, Rich Refi, who I know has been in contact with you. He’s still coaching. I am retired from coaching. I worked with Rich for a ten years after I retired from teaching. I taught for 35 years in high school and retired in the year 2000. And, yes, every day has been a Saturday since then. I miss all those things you mentioned but especially my coaching friends. Since retiring I begin running again. I currently write a blog called + 70runner which basically logs my experiences training and competing as an old guy. I will be competing in the 800m and 1,500m races at the National Senior Games in Albuquerque New Mexico next week.

    I am sure your retirement will be productive and enjoyable without those inherent annoyances currently in the educational system. But you will remember and miss the relationships and have the opportunity to nurture some new ones.

    Congratulations on your retirement and you’re spectacular coaching record.

    Best of luck and keep feeding the cats

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thank you Robert! What’s the link to your blog?

  • Alan Patton
    Reply

    Coach Holler,
    I worked at WFRX Radio in West Frankfort, broadcasting high school sports when you started at Harrisburg. Don’t know if we ever met or spoke to you on the phone while I was at WFRX. I do remember your struggles against schools like Benton, Carbondale, Centralia, etc.
    I was sorry to read about how you were relieved of your basketball coaching duties. Being around high school sports, I know how school boards operate. Glad to see that you “landed on your feet” and have had a successful career.
    Congratulations on your retirement from teaching, and your writing career. My best to you and your family.

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thanks Alan! I remember you and WFRX well. I think we did a couple interviews.

  • Trevin Evoy
    Reply

    Hey Mr. Holler, my name is Trevin Evoy, I was a student in one of your sophomore chemistry classes. Your class was always the class period that my friends and i looked forward to attending. Thank you for always coming to class with the infectious passion for learning, and life in general. Your class inspired me to go to the University of South Carolina to study pre-pharm. Although I ended up switching majors, your class was still the reason that i decided to go to school where I am now, and I could not be happier with where I’m at. I hope you enjoy this extra time that you’ll have and continue carrying yourself in the manor you have been for years. Thanks again, i wish you the best!

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thanks Trevin! You have made my day!

  • Tony Martins
    Reply

    Coach,

    I have nothing but respect for you and although I don’t know you personally, know you have invigorated my teaching and coaching at the young age of 49. The best thing about feed the cats is that it has given me new life both in the classroom and on the track. Hoping to meet you in Tinton Falls!!! You are going to be in my neck of the woods!

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Reborn at 49? I love it! Pay it forward. It’s our legacy. See you in Tintin Falls.

  • Greg Davis
    Reply

    Congrats on a great career! Hope your life continues to be a success. Coach Holler was my basketball coach and a fellow coach when I became a teacher at Harrisburg. I’m still here and only have 8 years of teaching until I retire. Congrats again!

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Greg Davis can’t be eight years from retirement! Wow! You will always be 17 in my thoughts. I will never forget winning the Eldorado Holiday Tournament in front of 3000 people 32 years ago. You and John Crabb both had the honor of cutting down the nets. You gave me the net and said, “We did it for you, coach.” Oh, the stories we can tell. Thanks for the kind words and good luck to you.

  • Zack Knizek
    Reply

    Coach Holler, congrats on an incredible and inspiring career. I was a 2010 chemistry student of yours and was an athlete for your speed training during footballs offseason. Your coaching, knowledge in exercise physiology and ability to be a top tier educator has inspired myself as a young teacher and football coach / strength and conditioning coach. Thank you for sharing your inspiring story, your boat leads a path upstream for many others!

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Zack! I had no idea you were in the business. Thanks for the kind words. Good luck to you! Can’t believe that was nine years ago.

  • Richard Kramer
    Reply

    Coach,

    You are a rebel and I am glad to have admired your work and thankful to have stolen as much info and knowledge from you as possible. Seriously, for all of us that are eternally looking for a better way to connect with kids, maximize talent, and keep athletics and school in perspective, I hope you keep “consulting”. I attribute our last to Conference Championships to many of your teachings. My kids laugh when I say “injured cheetahs don’t eat” a play on Feed the Cats. Thanks for the laughs, the skills,and the perspective to keep it about the kids.

    Hope to visit PN Track sometime and possibly a TFC.

    All the best – from Maine

    Rick Kramer

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Rick, thanks for the kind words. We’ve been friends now for many years. We need to meet in-person someday! Good luck to you!

  • Dave Oberhelman
    Reply

    Hi, Coach! I’m very glad you’re continuing as Tigers head coach. The Illinois track and field community would be diminished without you, as it is with every wonderful person who retires from coaching the sport. I look forward to seeing you in the future…and, by the way, I always enjoyed bumping into your dad, a true gentleman.

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thanks for the kind words and all of your promotion of track!

  • David Grim
    Reply

    Tony. Thank you for your article. As a fellow chemistry teacher and track coach your thoughts resonated in so many ways. I will be turning 61 in a few days but still have a couple more years before hanging it all up. I’ve been to a couple of your consortiums and clinic talks and you have definitely changed my way of thinking about the sprints. You have no doubt influenced many students, athletes, coaches, and teachers along the way. Thank you for that. May your boat ride of life continue for many more years!

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thank you Dave. Chemistry and track seem to go well together. Both are so quantitative.

  • Alex Daly
    Reply

    Congrats Coach Holler. You were always a class act. Very helpful and encouraging even to a opponent. Had the privilege of running against those GREAT Harrisburg teams. FUN TIMES CLASS ALL AROUND

    • Anthony Holler
      Reply

      Thank you Alex!

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