from way up on the 100th floor...
i think it's safe to say that a majority of our readers no longer attend BHS...
and, although it's great to get out of here, i think some of you may have forgotten about the many sights/sounds/smells at the school.
fun sights:
the awkward conversations between myself and mr. melby. today i was walking through the lunchline...and mr. melby plowed through the line going in the OPPOSITE direction. (he's quite talented) while passing by a few random BHS lads he managed to look my way, nod, and declare, "why HELLO sir."
that SAME random goth couple continues to drag one another by a leash.
that one vice-principal lady (or whatever she is...ms. russ? rusk? russel?) announcing on the MU that we have "too many public displays of affection." <--serious? i thought procreating in the middle of the hallway was perfectly acceptable.
fun sounds:
during first hour (ap stats with pelkey) one of the special ed rooms nearby has a fun autistic boy. he never fails to let out random yelps, sprint down the hallway, or play fun games of "hide-and-seek."
walking through the B-wing in the morning...there are about 20 different cd players/stereos going off...each having its own unique punk/goth/"let's-go-commit-suicide" genre.
fun smells:
today...not one, but TWO stink bombs "exploded" into our hearts and nostrils. one strategically went off at 8:10...the other...3:10.
god, i love BHS.
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posted by keuber @ 5:31 PM
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6 Comments:
anarchy, i say! wayside school is falling down!
haha i remember last year when i saw melby in the lunch line and told him i would be missing band for the AP psych test and he goes: "okay hope your really psyched!" (akward laughs)
oh melby your wit simply amazes me!
hey are there still the girls who sit outside of the lunch room and dance to crazy japanese music? cuz honestly that was creepy.
Was that what the smell was? I just assumed something had crawled into the ventilation system and died.
What can I say? The maturity at our school is astounding. No wonder I can't wait until I'm out of there.
K yeah one time this summer mr. melby called me on my cell phone and i was like "hello?" and he was like, "hello, pam, this is mr. melby" and after i died 692 million times he told me he was calling cuz my ap scores didn't come back with everyone else's.
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