<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
        <feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">
            <title>AAA Monitors - PS 164 Alumni</title>
            <link rel="self" href="http://www.ps164alumni.net/forum/topics/1978143:Topic:15958?feed=yes&amp;xn_auth=no"/>
            <updated>2016-12-02T18:21:34Z</updated>
                        <id>http://www.ps164alumni.net/forum/topics/1978143:Topic:15958?feed=yes&amp;xn_auth=no</id>
                            <entry>
                    <title>Who remembers the Blue Berets…</title>
                    <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.ps164alumni.net/xn/detail/1978143:Comment:19920"/>
                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-09-28:1978143:Comment:19920</id>
                                        <updated>2008-09-28T01:39:41.927Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Daniel Meltzer</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/DanielSMeltzer</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        Who remembers the Blue Berets? I remember being chosen as one in 6th grade. It was kind of a power trip. After lunch, the kids would line up in the school yard, and if anyone was acting up, you got to say: &quot; You&#039;re pulled out!&quot; And they&#039;d have to stand against the chain link fence and you wrote down their name in the spiral memo pad you carried around. Being &quot;pulled out&quot; was like being arrested..                    </summary>

                                            <content type="html">
                            Who remembers the Blue Berets? I remember being chosen as one in 6th grade. It was kind of a power trip. After lunch, the kids would line up in the school yard, and if anyone was acting up, you got to say: &quot; You&#039;re pulled out!&quot; And they&#039;d have to stand against the chain link fence and you wrote down their name in the spiral memo pad you carried around. Being &quot;pulled out&quot; was like being arrested..                        </content>
                    
                                    </entry>
                            <entry>
                    <title>My sister (3 grades behind) w…</title>
                    <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.ps164alumni.net/xn/detail/1978143:Comment:16042"/>
                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-05-21:1978143:Comment:16042</id>
                                        <updated>2008-05-21T17:08:09.914Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Peter Monroe</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/PeterMonroe</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        My sister (3 grades behind) was proud of me as well for my AAA position. remember &quot;pulling her out of line&quot; (very bad) but, in this case was because i had to give her her homework which she forgot. when i escorted her back to class, all her friends were asking &quot;what did you do/why did you get pulled out?&quot; her reply: &quot;I was not pulled out of line, that was my BROTHER!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, i remember that post (76th ave and 137th) since that was one of the 2 streets i had to cross (lived on 137th street…                    </summary>

                                            <content type="html">
                            My sister (3 grades behind) was proud of me as well for my AAA position. remember &quot;pulling her out of line&quot; (very bad) but, in this case was because i had to give her her homework which she forgot. when i escorted her back to class, all her friends were asking &quot;what did you do/why did you get pulled out?&quot; her reply: &quot;I was not pulled out of line, that was my BROTHER!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, i remember that post (76th ave and 137th) since that was one of the 2 streets i had to cross (lived on 137th street between 72nd and 73rd road) there were usually 2 AAA monitors there.                        </content>
                    
                                    </entry>
                            <entry>
                    <title>Am pretty sure my brother Fum…</title>
                    <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.ps164alumni.net/xn/detail/1978143:Comment:15997"/>
                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-05-20:1978143:Comment:15997</id>
                                        <updated>2008-05-20T15:38:20.868Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Yumiko Hoshi</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/YumikoHoshi</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        Am pretty sure my brother Fumio (class of &#039;60) was a Tripe-A Monitor when he was in 6th grade(perhaps he can clarify this when he reads this.) I was in kindergarten then, but remember very clearly how tickled I was to see my older brother at his post and actually help us kids cross 76th Ave. at 137th St. I wanted to be a monitor too but the I had to return to Japan before I had a chance to.                    </summary>

                                            <content type="html">
                            Am pretty sure my brother Fumio (class of &#039;60) was a Tripe-A Monitor when he was in 6th grade(perhaps he can clarify this when he reads this.) I was in kindergarten then, but remember very clearly how tickled I was to see my older brother at his post and actually help us kids cross 76th Ave. at 137th St. I wanted to be a monitor too but the I had to return to Japan before I had a chance to.                        </content>
                    
                                    </entry>
                    </feed>
        