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June 11, 2003
Penicillin Cup
It’s basically turning into a Lord of the Flies scenario at school, except no one has sunburns. I’ve already identified Piggy, and the fly-encrusted pig’s head is shoved into desk 14. The beach will be pink… the beach will be white… My seventh grade kids rampaged on the gym teacher during a coverage, surged out into the hallways, and were busy trashing everything in sight when I and three other staff forced them back into the room.
Somehow the weather, the exhaustion, and boredom have combined into a massive combustible heap. All it takes is one match, followed by a massive explosion. It doesn’t help that one of the deans (he is every kid’s best friend) leaked to them that the grades are already submitted. THAT piece of gossip has spread like wildfire through the school, and many kids know that there are no consequences. At that age level, they have a hard time conceptualizing consequences, so their removal is slightly catastrophic.
On a much happier note, my social life is rising from the ashes. This weekend I have the wonderful fortune of having Chris and Jessie stay as guests, plus we have Dennis, Mike, and soon Texas Chris living with us. Space is not an issue, the one bathroom is the issue. I’m not saying anything, but I am guessing that Bryan got his staph infection from the mold in the shower. I think we had other guests, but they were digested by the mold. Stephen King would make a story out of all this.
That triggers a happy memory. Back in high school, my French class raised a particularly toxic mold in a Taco Box Big Juan 64 oz cup. Someone had left this coke cup in a cabinet for months, and it sprouted mold once the carbonation died. We started feeding it random food, and it gradually grew to inhabit the whole cup. You could put a banana on top in the afternoon and the next morning it would have sunk down into the goo. After two to three days, it was gone, ready for the next meal. I saw our teacher, Madame Huey years later, and she told me she was horrified by it and threw it away as soon as we had left for the summer. And it was just developing space flight.
Posted by G at June 11, 2003 11:05 PM
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Oh, the memories. You weren't in my French class, but we both had Madame Huey. Oh, how she hated me...!
Posted by: Jen W. at June 12, 2003 07:41 PM