meteorology lab… twice!
I’ve been having middle school flashbacks. These flashbacks haven’t been induced by anything particularly, but rather just happen to be what my mind has wandered towards in its moments of idleness (rare moments, but they exist nonetheless).
The world I experienced with middle school was not perfect. Our class was still an experimentation with the new building that was just constructed. Noticing the waste of a few million dollars on extras to win an arhcitectural award, it was difficult to adjust to the odd layout and design; almost the same type of difficulty to endure if you forced posture-pedic chairs on students to reshape their spines by the year 2055. There was a “technology lab”, of sorts, in this new middle school and we all rotated through the areas every so often.
In my three years at that school, I never once was chosen, at random, to be in the radio production lab. It was heart-breaking - the one lab I truly desired, among the dozen or so, and despite repeating a few labs in monotony, the radio production setup eluded my grasp. Instead, I dealt with labs such as “Architecture Studies”, “Book Studying Lab”, and “Lab Janitor Lab”.
So the world of middle school was not perfect. One day during some typical lunch half-hour, a few of us middle schoolers, feeling the realization that our hopes and goals were being strategically suppressed and undermined, desired to design a new world. A Perfect World.
With our middle school minds, our envision of a perfect world more or less consisted of us ridding the planet of those we didn’t like. We could not justify a large homicide, so it was our plan to ship certain people to certain continents; basically, a total redistribution of the human race. Sounds exciting, right? Well, it was to us handful of chicken patty-munching students.
I can only remember a few details, but certain people were sent off to their demise in a land called “Stinkpot” while the more prominent members of our group of friends were rescued from destruction and allowed to live with us, provided they didn’t interfere with our supplies. Supplies being a very loose term, in this instance. It was all well and good, and it wasted a half-hour so we could get home faster to play Super Nintendo.
I suppose that world wasn’t perfect after all. But, mind you, this was coming from the same people who bribed another student with eight cookies if he drank a 12 ounce cup of whatever we wanted to put in it. And remember, we’re talking about public school lunch food - Grade F taco beef, generic catsup, orange drink, milk-in-a-bag, tater tots, just-add-water pizza. He did drink it, and we did buy him eight cookies. But it was the best forty-five cents each of us ever spent.
Here marks the end of this middle school flashback. Should another one surface, I’ll warn you in advance.
June 3rd, 2005 at 10:38 pm
Living in my hometown for the last month, and living one block from my elementary school, I have been having many flashbacks as well. Not getting picked for something cool you wanted to do is something I think most people can relate to. My flashbacks have been things like being the last to be picked for a team at P.E. or being told that I wasn’t getting A’s in the right class, which prevented me from being in an elite group students. Totally understand getting left out of school things.