I grew up in the nationally infamous tiny section of Chicago between Norridge and Park Ridge. Home to the O.J. Simpson hotel and John Wayne Gacy. I went to Catholic grammar school, St. Eugene.
Some of my classmates lived in those very close burbs and were able to attend Maine South and Ridgewood. However, most of the kids chose Catholic high school. For the girls, Resurrection was very close and most went there. We did have one girl go to Regina, two to Marilac, two to Guerin. Two girls were moving away, and went to Conant and Hoffman.
As for the boys, we didn't have a very close high school like the girls did. We fractured off into even more schools than the girls despite having less boys than girls. One St. Patrick, one Fenwick, one Loyola, one St. Ignatius, five Notre Dame, five Holy Cross, one Gordon, three Maine South, one Ridgewood, one Taft, and one moved away to Lake Park.
63 kids in all… 42 girls, and 21 boys (nice ratio) and 17 different high schools.
Where did I go? Holy Cross.
Stated reason... because my dad went there, Class of '69.
Underlying reason... because it was the closest and most convenient.
Secret reason never revealed... because I didn't know how to swim and Holy Cross did not have a pool. Notre Dame and St. Patrick would've been a big headache in that regard.
Cross Pride! Would've been cool to play on Maine South's state semifinalist my senior year... or Notre Dame's playoff team… or Ridgewood's super class that was number one in football basketball and baseball at different points my senior year and also went to the Little League World Series when we were younger.... but Cross Pride nonetheless.