​Elementary students welcomed shiny new playground equipment this fall. One large piece of older, under-utilized equipment was removed to install three new pieces. 
“Outdoor play is integral in the development of the whole child,” said ICS principal, Amanda Angaiak who spent some time on the new Spinami herself. “It is our hope that the new equipment will keep kids engaged physically and provide opportunity for social-emotional development all winter long.”
Thank you to the CSF PTO for spearheading the project and doing a significant amount of the fundraising necessary to purchase and install the equipment. We also extend our gratitude to the GVEA Goodcents program, the Fort Wainwright Community Spouses Club, Dr. Rick and Maureen Sheridan, and Dr. Rick and Rebecca Sheridan, Jr. for their financial contributions. Parent volunteers Rich Meyer and Brian Weekley spent many hours assisting Trost Construction with the demolition and install. We are grateful. 

Sept. 20 & 21 - MF Super Sale
Hosted by Monroe Foundation, Inc. in the CSF MP Room from 3 to 5 p.m. each day. This is a large rummage sale with everything from furniture to household decor and tools. Donations are welcome. Drop off Wednesday, September 19. Questions? 456-7970.

Oct. 12 - HIPOW GCI Family Night
This is a fun event for the whole family. Cookies and punch providedd by Walsh Kelliher & Sharp. Pizza is available for purchase Free admission and on-site babysitting. Free family photos. Flu shot clinic on-site (free with most insurance). Doors open 5 p.m. Oral auction starts at 6:30 p.m. More than 1,000 items to bid on!
Oct. 13 - HIPOW Black Tie Dinner
Get dolled up and join us for the Fairbanks Memorial Hospital Black Tie Dinner. It’s the ultimate date night. All guests must be over 21. This year’s theme is Grand Ole HIPOW in the style of Grand Ole Opry. More information at hipowauction.com. ​

Oct. 20 - Monroe Holiday Bazaar
Join us for this year's annual Monroe Holiday Bazaar in support of Monroe Athletics. Find more than 100 vendors selling all kinds of crafts. Catholic Schools of Fairbanks Gymnasium, 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.

The evening was beautiful, like the Good Lord had a vested interest in the success of this year’s Running of the Rams. I double knotted my shoes, and donned my goofy Ram hat for the race. I had agreed to be this year’s Ram. I was the one you had to beat in order to be entered into a drawing to win $100. 
I headed out to the starting line where Ivy Nicholson, mother of four Rams and assistant track and field coach, was leading a group stretch. After some brief instructions from our elementary principal, Mrs. Angaiak, I gave the countdown and pulled the trigger on the starter pistol. For the second time in as many years, the pistol did not fire, spurring me to yell, “GO!” at the top of my lungs.
I handed my pistol off and bolted. The race began auspiciously, as I proceeded to run into a rope, almost falling and breaking my neck. After untangling myself and losing about four seconds in the process, I was off and running. With 130 runners, the race had grown from last year and I was right smack in the middle of this gaggle of arms and legs and heavy breathing.
As I reached the halfway mark and headed home, my legs felt heavy and I slowed a bit. Three months of eating chips, donuts and ribeyes (not at the same time) and running basketball camps had taken their toll. I felt like walking, but then I saw her, running just ahead of me. If I had to guess, I would say the distance between us was about the length of a basketball court. I was a bit surprised to see her ahead of me, amidst so many others. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like I thought she was in bad shape or anything, I just thought I would be ahead of her. I figured I would catch her, it would be just a matter of time.
After two-thirds of the race, I had not gained an inch. It was at this point, as we ran along the river, inching toward the bridge that would lead us home, I noticed a young man just ahead of me. He couldn’t have come up to my waist and looked like he had to be about seven, maybe eight years old. Finally, I caught him, but he just ran ahead. Then I caught him again, and he ran ahead again. I found myself running a bit harder and it dawned on me: my pace was being set by an elementary student.
I realized I was running out of time. If I was going to reel her in, I would need to make my move. Coming down Betty Street the gap closed. The little guy was still ahead of me -- I had lost all confidence in catching him -- but the gap between him and the one I was chasing down had diminished and I knew it would be just a matter of time before I passed her. We came down Betty and made the turn on to Ina. I took off like I was coming into the stadium during the last leg of the Olympic marathon, with the entire nation cheering. She first smiled as the little guy passed her along the south entrance of the high school. That smile turned to a look of frustration as she caught the Ram passing her.
I was at full speed -- or at least what passes for full speed at my age. I smiled. Mrs. Angaiak was mine.
Finally, as I caught my breath, I found the little guy and shook his hand. His name is Mick Dobbs and he happens to be in 1st grade. That is correct, I lost to a 1st grader. I don’t know what the future will bring, but I do know one thing. Mick Dobbs . . . I am coming for you next year. You’re mine.
This story is borrowed from Coach Ostanik’s Full Curl. It has been edited to fit the space. To view the full version, click here. Follow Coach O on Twitter @TheFullCurl.

Stork Announcements
Wyatt Cerny ‘03 and wife Lauren welcomed baby boy Parker Hayes in May.

Weddings & Engagements
Robby Burcell '14 married Megan on May 11. He also graduated from Florida College with a degree in Business Administration. 
Emma Young ‘11 is engaged to Josh Stagl.
Ben Koch and Megan Anderson, both from the class of ‘02, tied the knot.
Lizzy Bennett ‘10 married Drew Vandermeer in June. They said “I do” in the CSF Holy Family Chapel. The couple calls Fairbanks home. 
Marco Stepovich ‘07 and Megan McAfee ‘05 said their vows in the Holy Family Chapel on June 30.
Abe Siddall ‘01 and Fabienne Clerc tied the knot in August. The couple resides in Fairbanks.
Kara Swoffer ‘09 married Eddie Langford.
 
Notable
Tim Johnson ‘09 graduated with an AAS in Electronic Engineer Technology and a Certificate in Biomedical Technology from Des Moines Area Community College. 
Shayne Gilbertston ‘11 graduated from Arizona State University last fall with a Masters in Legal Studies and Patent Law. He took the patent bar last winter and accepted a position with Mathews McCutcheon Lawson and Joseph in Houston, an intellectual property and patent law firm. 
Gabrielle Gilbertson ‘10 graduated with honors with her juris doctorate from Western States  College of Law in Irvine California. She was also honored at graduation for her case she presented  at the ninth circuit court of appeals in Los Angeles. She is currently studying to take the bar exam. 
Nathaniel Brose '14 graduated from Villanova University and is headed to law school at University of Michigan
Rachel Adams ’15 earned the distinction of being chosen the best undergraduate poster, a research project presented in a poster form, from the International Network of Optical Students, Midwest, US. 

To share what you are up to, email Alumni Coordinator Kerry Halvarson: khalvarsoncsf@catholic-schools.org.

​A few things have changed since Jim graduated from Monroe in 1964. “For one thing, our gym was a big unheated Quonset hut-type building with a rounded roof in the parking lot,” reminisces Jim. “They waited until after I graduated to build a real gym.” 
He was lucky on at least one account. The current Monroe High School building was completed in 1956, and for some reason, it was decided 5th graders would have class in the new building along with the 7th and 8th graders. “I got to enjoy three years – 5th, 7th and 8th – in the new building,” he says. 
After high school graduation, Jim enrolled in the University of Alaska Fairbanks to pursue a degree in accounting. He worked in accounting for ten years including a stint as Doyon Limited’s first accountant before deciding he was ready for a change. 
He dove headfirst into real estate with Realty, Inc. “I was nine years into my real estate career; the pipeline boom had just ended and the economy was down,” explains Jim. “Meanwhile, I was having a lot of fun and making good money. Then, my dad called.” 
Jim’s dad, you guessed it, Gene Immel said, “Hey, it’s time to go to work at Gene’s Chrysler.”  
Jim and his twin brother John were co-general managers of Gene’s Chrysler until they sold the business to Lane Nichols and Greg Wagner in 2004. 
“You know,” says Jim, “This will be the 49th HIPOW and the 49th year that Gene’s has contributed a car.” Gene’s has never missed a year, even when times were tough. Today, Lane Nichols, the sole owner of Gene’s, continues the legacy of giving. We are thankful.
Sometimes you are put on earth to do certain things. Jim says he firmly believes he was put on earth to help ensure the longevity of the Catholic Schools of Fairbanks.
“My education at ICS and Monroe gave me a solid foundation for my adult life,” he says. “And if I want these schools to continue, I am supposed to help.” 
We’re grateful for Jim’s help over the years, both financially and through volunteer service. He and his brother John co-chaired HIPOW in 1988. Jim plans to attend HIPOW as an out-of-town guest this year–he will be flying in from Palm Springs, where he lives full-time. 

This story is from CSF Athletic Director Frank Ostanik's weekly publication of The Full Curl
I saw her, running just ahead of me. If I had to guess, I would say the distance between us was about the length of a basketball court. I was a bit surprised to see her ahead of me, amidst so many others. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like I thought she was in bad shape or anything, I just thought I would be ahead of her. I figured I would catch her, it would be just a matter of time -- before the halfway mark, for sure.

I had been asked to be the Ram for this year’s Running With The Rams Fun Run a few months earlier and readily said yes, with the understanding that I might not be available if I was able to find a sheep hunting partner and a mountain to climb. Alas, I was unable to do so, so here I was, ready for my first workout since my conditioning class ended back in early May. Cass Ferree, one of the many organizers of this magnificent event, gave me only one task as the Ram: don’t run too fast, since those who beat the Ram are entered in a $100 drawing. If I were to run too fast, it would defeat the purpose of having a drawing. At 48 year of age and three months between myself and my last workout, I assured her that wouldn’t be a problem.

The evening was beautiful, like the Good Lord had a vested interest in the success of this year’s Running with the Rams. I double knotted my shoes and after arguing with Mrs. Ferree, donned my goofy Ram hat for the race. I headed out to the starting line where Ivy Nicholson, mother of four Rams and assistant track and field coach, was leading a group stretch. After some brief instructions from our elementary principal, Mrs. Angaiak, I gave the countdown and pulled the trigger on the starter pistol. For the second time in as many years, the pistol did not fire, spurring me to yell, “GO!” at the top of my lungs.

I handed my pistol off and bolted. The race began auspiciously, as I proceeded to run into a rope, almost falling and breaking my neck. After untangling myself and losing about four seconds in the process, I was off and running. With 130 runners, the race had grown from last year and and I was right smack in the middle of this gaggle of arms and legs and heavy breathing. I saw so many familiar faces. To my right was Jen Hodges, a model of fitness, running like a gazelle Just ahead was Ann Marie White, half the genetics that led to her daughter’s winning of the cross country region title as a freshman last year. Up ahead was Dave Bloom, who I remember fondly from all the clean-up days the morning after HIPOW. Dave Szumigala, the Monroe Catholic Ram trivia savant and winner of approximately 37 Monroe t-shirts, was up ahead.

The course was somewhat familiar to me, as I often follow much of this same course with my conditioning class during the fall and spring when the weather is nice enough to run outside. It was about a quarter of the way, as we passed Slater Park (another popular spot for my conditioning class to workout) that the crowd began to thin a bit. It was also here that Landon Nicholson, who started one minute after I took off, passed me. There is something terribly humbling about being passed by someone who spotted you a minute. However, I could manage to justify this by acknowledging Landon as one of the better runners in the area. It’s an altogether different deal to get passed by a bunch of young ladies who spotted you a minute. Katie Bast, Lauren White, and Grace Hodges passed me like I was a lamp post, cemented in a sidewalk. The rest of the boys and girls cross- country team would all do the same.

As I ran, I thought of all the people it takes to make something like this work. Lorna Illingworth, our safety liaison, did an amazing job. At every turn, there was someone giving direction, ensuring nobody got lost. Spray paint, which someone painstakingly put down along the trail, dotted the course. There were the wonderful ladies, many I know from the HIPOW office, handing out water. The sponsors of the race, Bast Dental, The Mayer Clinic and Florcraft Carpet One, all gave generously to ensure we had everything we needed to make the event successful. Somewhere along the way it hit me, this is not just a fun run, but a Community Event, encompassing all the wonderful aspects of who we are -- camaraderie, service, family and fun. As all of this ran though my mind, Maura Grahek, sister to my favorite Grahek (Lauren) and granddaughter to one of the great huggers the world has known (Judy) passed me.

The evening really was beautiful. The sun glistened and I began to curse my decision to wear a long-sleeved shirt. I thought about taking it off, but guessed doing so would probably ruin the race for everyone. Heck, Mrs. O would prefer I wear my t-shirt to the pool when on vacation.

As I reached the halfway mark and headed home, I began to tire. The beauty of a course that leads you back from the direction you came is you get to see those individuals who are racing, but happened to be behind you. There was my sister, Brandy, organizer of the best holiday bazaar in Fairbanks, and my niece Rudi, the next great Monroe softball player. Next I saw Linda Anderson, whose grandson Bruce happens to be one of the nicest young men in our school. This year if I can get Bruce to stop dribbling baseline and picking the ball up after two dribbles, my hair may grow back. There was Martina Coiley, who along with her husband, Shayne, and mother, Bev, does so much for our school. Seeing so many folks walking and running brought a smile to my face as I handed out high fives.

As I reached the halfway mark and headed home, my legs felt heavy and I slowed a bit. Three months of eating chips, donuts and ribeyes (not at the same time) and running basketball camps had taken their toll. Running a basketball camp only leaves your vocal cords stronger, not your legs. I felt like walking, but I saw her, and determined that there was no way I could lose to her. After two-thirds of the race, I had not gained an inch. It was at this point, as we ran along the river, inching toward the bridge that would lead us home, I noticed a young man just ahead of me. He couldn’t have come up to my waist and looked like he had to be about seven, maybe eight years old. Finally, I caught him, but he just ran ahead. Then I caught him again, and he ran ahead again. I found myself running a bit harder and it dawned on me: my pace was being set by an elementary student. I overtook Maura Grahek, who passed me earlier.

I picked up the pace with Slater Park to my right and the house of Chris and Joan Stepovich to my left. I coached three of their sons and Chris has been instrumental in so much of what we do, securing sponsorships and cooking for our Mt. McKinley Bank Holiday Classic luncheons, providing breakfast as we would head out on a road trip at 7am. Never do I pass by this house without recalling fond memories of celebratory get togethers after big wins years ago.

After passing the house, I realized I was running out of time. If I was going to reel her in, I would need to make my move. Coming down Betty Street the gap closed. The little guy was still ahead of me -- I had lost all confidence in catching him -- but the gap between him and the one I was chasing down had diminished and I knew it would be just a matter of time before I passed her. We came down Betty and made the turn on to Ina. I took off like I was coming into the stadium during the last leg of the Olympic marathon, with the entire nation cheering. She first smiled as the little guy passed her along the south entrance of the high school. That smile turned to a look of frustration as she caught the Ram passing her. I was at full speed -- or at least what passes for full speed at my age. I smiled. Mrs. Angaiak was mine.

Look, I could have let her win. However, I just couldn’t run the risk of her poking her head around from her office in mid November to say, “Hey, remember when we both ran in the Running With The Rams Race and I beat you?” I do want to thank her for pushing me and being the carrot to my mule. Without Mrs. Angaiak, I would never have run so hard.

Finally, as I caught my breath, I found the little guy and shook his hand. His name turned out to be Mick Dobbs and he happens to be in 1st grade. That is correct, I lost to a 1st grader. I don’t know what the future will bring, but I do know one thing. Mick Dobbs . . . I am coming for you next year. You're mine. I have given you fair warning. I will have my redemption.
You can follow all Monroe sports events by following Frank Ostanik on Twitter @thefullcurl. He's up to 330 followers!

With the tax law changes, you might be wondering how to make the smartest charitable gifts. Here are some ideas:
Donate appreciated stock.
With the stock market at or near all-time highs, give your appreciated stocks to a nonprofit like Monroe Foundation, Inc. and eliminate capital gains tax.
Name us as a beneficiary of retirement plan assets like an IRA. 
These assets are taxable when distributed to a loved one but are tax-free when given to a nonprofit.
Give from your IRA (if age 70½ or older).
Regardless of whether you itemize your taxes, this gift helps you fulfill your required minimum distribution and is not considered taxable income.
Give real estate.
Appreciated real estate may be subject to capital gains tax unless donated to charity or transferred to a charitable trust.

Congratulations to Patti ‘75 and Dave ‘71 Burglin who were recognized as this year’s Alumni of the Year at the All Alumni Reunion in June. They are pictured below with Director of Schools, Nancy Cook Hanson. 
The 2019 All Alumni Reunion Date has been confirmed. Mark your calendar for Thursday, June 20. Mass starts at 5:15 p.m. and is followed by a BBQ and picnic. 

The Catholic Schools of Fairbanks (CSF), a Roman Catholic, Diocesan School, endorsed by the Jesuit Western Province, located in Fairbanks, Alaska, seeks applications for the position of Director of Schools.

The Catholic Schools of Fairbanks is a pre-K through 12 family that engages the world through the integration of knowledge and wisdom. We are guided by the Jesuit principles to become Open to Growth, Intellectually Competent, Religious, Loving, and Committed to Doing Justice.

• The Director of Schools for the CSF leads and inspires the school and its community in pursuit of this mission.
• The Director of Schools oversees all aspects of CFS’s faith formation, operations, development, facilities and public relations.
• The Director of Schools must also be committed to nurture and expand CFS’s unique financial aid program known as Fair Share.
• ​The successful candidate is expected to be an active Catholic who loves young people and is passionate about Jesuit education.

On behalf of the Catholic Schools of Fairbanks community, we invite your inquiry, application or nomination of a colleague you recommend.  More detailed information about the position is on the school employment page.