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Steven Perry Hulett

June 13, 1969April 30, 2021

Steve was born to Al and Nancy Hulett in Rochester, New York. He graduated Greece Athena High School in 1987, Tulane University with a B. S. in Mechanical Engineering in 1991, and University of Southern California with an MBA 1994.

Steve was a consummate entrepreneur. He started several successful businesses with the intent to help students succeed in their education. Steve was an often sought teacher and tutor for his knowledge and skill working with students across many subject and test preparation curriculums. His love of teaching and tutoring was second only to his love for his family.

Steve is survived by his wife Clarissa Hulett and his two sons, Ryan and Colin Hulett. Steve is also survived by his step-daughters, Emma and Chloe Horwitz, his mother, Nancy Sanders, his father Al Hulett, his sisters, Kerri Hulett Sterling, Kristyn Hulett and his brother, Matthew Sanders. Steve has three surviving nieces and four nephews.

His hobbies included: running, building, and spending time at the lake house. He will be remembered with much love by his family for his gregariousness, his intelligence, and his unique brand of humor.

Services

  • Graveside Service

    Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Memories

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Kerri Sterling

May 11, 2021

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Kerri Sterling

May 11, 2021

Some pictures/memories of Steve and I❤️❤️

Kerri Hulett/Sterling

May 7, 2021

Our mom’s 60th birthday cruise!

Kerri Sterling

May 7, 2021

Another memory of Steven that makes me laugh was on a cruise for our mom’s 60th birthday(during the Thanksgiving holiday). As most of us know when family’s get together some type of argument or disagreement is bound to happen. Well, we were at a formal dinner on the cruise and an argument started and everyone was mad and got real quiet. Steve waits for the perfect opportunity and says “Happy Thanksgiving .” Of course I died laughing. That became a regular saying that we would say for many years to come anytime our family got together and had some type of controversy. Then we’d follow it with “Good times!” You will be missed so much Steve your sense of humor was like no other (mines pretty close though)😉❤️ RIP. “Happy Thanksgiving”

Mark Muller

May 7, 2021

I have lots of memories of Steve from high school. We had a group of 8-10 of us that went bowling and played poker when none of us had dates or anything better to do; we bowled and played cards often.

When he wanted something, Steve got things done. I remember him attacking AP Calc with a ferocity - he wanted to earn credit for the course. When I worked at Wegmans Steve would come into the store, grab the nearest intercom, and announce "Mark Muller, please come to the broccoli", simply because he didn't want to waste time looking for me.

He was a ring leader, sometimes for good deeds and often not so much. Steve put together our undefeated intramural volleyball team, affectionately called the Hershey Squirts. Steve orchestrated the fake car crash during dismissal at the only exit from Athena, causing a huge backup of busses and cars and most of the school staring at Steve and (Paul Morreale? Tommy Deranoga?) pseudo-shouting at each other and refusing to move their cars.

Now as this happened almost 35 years ago, I'm going to assume we've met the statute of limitations. Steve's most famous prank has to be the water balloon incident. Steve organized a dozen of us to fill hundreds of water balloons. Late one evening, and with the use of a contraband locker key, we snuck into school and rigged hundreds of water balloons to fall out of lockers when opened, causing mass chaos the next morning. Principal Vito's outrage on the loudspeaker that morning was a special tribute to a prank well done.

Steve Hulett, Rest in Peace.



Ben Sexton

May 6, 2021

I only knew Steve professionally, but as tutors go, he was an absolute legend in the field. We all looked up to him for his accomplishments and his amazing work ethic - he was light years ahead of many of us. I'll miss talking shop with you. Rest easy.

Dan Greene

May 4, 2021

When I knew Steve, he was the most dependable person and he WANTED to be that guy. He wasn’t sentimental, but he was determined. “Those were good times” became a staple. One day when I was in town visiting, we went out on the lake and I somehow managed to break the jet ski, capsizing and nearly sinking it. Steve wasn’t too upset because he knew he could practically fix anything. As he and I were trying to get the flooded jet ski back to the dock, another group of jet skiers whizzed by. Steve yelled out “Show-Offs!” We laughed about that for years. He was the king of the one-liners. Ryan was just a young kid and years later he referred to me as “You mean the guy that broke the jet ski?” He wasn’t even there when it happened, but Steve wanted to make sure that embarrassing moment lived on for as long as it could. And Steve loved our flag football games, which usually occurred at bachelor party weekends. He would have rather played in the football game than go to the actual wedding, but he would do both because friendship mattered to Steve. “Dan…Dan…here’s the play. It’s guaranteed to work. I’m QB and you just go deep. I’ll hit you.” And it usually did because he usually did. Every year until 2020, Steve and I would have our own two-person NCAA bracket. Just Steve and me. We always had the same bet, a “little-head twenty” that never came due. But we took the “bragging rights” so seriously that we had to submit our brackets to a third party before I could get him to help me with my other brackets with other groups. “Cheater!” he would yell otherwise. God, Steve was fun. They’ll never be another one like him and I will miss the Steve I knew back when. Or, as he would say: “Those were good times.” (And he’ll probably get a good laugh in heaven every year when I get bombarded with auto-emails reminding me to get our annual brackets submitted. Damn you, Steven P.!) Those were good times, friend…

Dan Greene

May 4, 2021

…game-winning touchdown in a flag football game. And Steve, as mentioned by others, had a great sense of humor – albeit off-color for sure. He was a great story teller and often started with “Did I ever tell you about the time I…?” Steve could have small group of close friends in stitches, doubling over with laughter. He was one of the wittiest people I knew. And, as a prankster or a good-natured trash-talker, he would always go with the “long play.” He would plant the seeds for the punchline, but hold it back until you least expected it. He used to send a text message with the next 3 texts pre-drafted, locked and loaded and ready to send, always a step or five ahead, anticipating your every reply. I really could go on for day with Steve stories and memories, but I won’t because this just doesn’t seem real yet and I don’t want it to be. As Scott mentioned, Steve was always there for you as a friend. He would not tell you what you wanted to hear; he would tell you how it was. But whether you needed someone to give you advice or pick up from the airport, or loan you a car, or help you navigate through school grounds when chasing directories in unfamiliar waters, Steve was the only person you would call. And I can’t leave out Steve’s penchant for grammar. We would go back and forth over what was the correct usage of a word, a term, a semi-colon, a past participle, etc. It was all part of the friendly competition. “I feel bad” versus “I feel badly.” “Dan, you’re saying it wrong!” “Damn it, Steve, I’m only calling for help with a spreadsheet!”

Dan Greene

May 4, 2021

Steven P. - which is how I would refer to him when I was feigning outrage over him not timely returning a call, text or email - had a tremendous impact on my life during a personally formative era. I met Steve through Scott Herman and Mike Gilner in the late 90ies after I had graduated college. My first job (marketing managing for Admissions Prep - although Steve made sure my card read "Director of Outreach" because it made him laugh inside) was given to me out of friendship and definitely NOT because I was qualified. But it didn't matter because Steve was in-charge of training and teaching me everything I needed to know about the business end of running a test prep and tutoring branch office - truth be told, not something I ever wanted to do. (I never knew if Steve liked that sort of business of if he just liked running his own company - being the guy who could get anything done. And Steve could get ANYTHING done.) As much as he was a big brother to Scott, he was like a grand-big brother to me. Calling Steve a resource really doesn't do it justice. If we're being honest, and if you knew Steve, he wasn't the "mentor-type." He was a "fixer." He was an excellent problem-solver. It was as if he welcomed challenges not merely because he wanted to be useful to someone else, but because he needed to be challenged. He needed to have the answers. He liked being the guy who just knew how to get problems solved - even if that didn't always mean doing things in the conventional way. But Steve was also pragmatic. He would look at a situation from all possible angles and then usually opted for the most direct course of action. Steve didn't believe in "chains of command;" he would only deal with the decision-maker. He didn't want to waste time when he could be doing other things he enjoyed (e.g. working on his house, building out the basement, working on the boat or the jet ski, running on the treadmill, or plotting the "play" that would definitely score the...

Michael Gilner

May 4, 2021

Steve,

I remember the first time I got to know you. A fraternity brother at Tulane hazed me too hard in your opinion, so you threw him against the wall and told him to never screw with me again. You always had my back, and I tried to return the favor whenever I could.

I have fantastic memories of going to the horse track, pushing cars out of the way during Jazzfest to find parking, having fun at the lake, opening businesses with you, going on some crazy cruises, experiencing Vegas the right way, or just going out to breakfast at Waffle House.

You had a unique sense of humor and always put a smile on my face after we spent time together. I already miss you so much.

RIP,

Michael

FROM THE FAMILY