We had this thing at (one of) my school(s) called “The Pumphouse” because, well, that’s what it was. It provided water for the town campground. That was where we went to smoke cigarettes during lunch hour/study hall/that four minutes between each class. The teachers didn’t care too much about it, mostly because they were too lazy to write that many detentions everyday.
Then the new 7th graders decided it would be a good idea to smoke pot out at The Pumphouse before school. They got busted and ruined it for everyone because, after that, the cops started patrolling. Stupid 7th graders anyway. And they wonder why the juniors were always “trashing” them.
I, in my wisdom, noticing that no-one is picking me, just 'cause I was away from school for a while, have decided that I will climb up on the old stage that no-one uses anymore, and start reciting Monty Python and horribly off-color jokes until I get some applause.
Ugh, few things were more traumatic than the first day of a new semester when you got your lunch and then had to try and figure out which of your friends were in your lunch period and where they might be sitting in the cavernous lunch hall. It really sucked when all your friends were in the other lunch periods and you had to go scoping around for someone you knew.
And now I have to find a Straight Dope Lunch table?!
Darian00, you can sit here. Rossarian, do you want to join us?
[hijack]Do you know what’s really funny? At my H.S. there weren’t enough tables for people to sit at, either outside or inside, so my friends and I would sit by our lockers outside. Yes, all our lockers were outside.[/hijack]
Stop it! Everyone’s looking! Sheesh, they’ll all think I like girls. I could get cooties. But if ya gotta do something, let’s sneak down to the shop hall. Just don’t be too obvious about it. 'K?
I’d probably sit by myself but that’s okay, 'cause I’d read a book. Maybe I’d ask dlgirl and her group if they’d mind if I could sit with them, sometimes.
I’m not terribly hungry, and the food is bland and unpalatable. I’d probably build a trebuchet out of popsicle sticks, rubber bands, and a plastic spork ; then amuse myself by launching gobs of lumpy mashed potatoes at the ‘band nerds’.
That’s okay, don’t mind me. I’ll just sit over here by myself. With my peanut butter sandwich that sticks to the roof of my mouth and a little bag of Fritos. No, really, it’s okay. It’s nice and quiet and peaceful over here. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
I wouldn’t be sitting at a table. I’d be table-hopping and talking to everyone, eventually alightiing outside on the lawn.
Unless it’s winter, then I’d be in either the music room or the drama room. Or at cheerleading or basketball practice. Geek though I was, I still had pom-poms!
but that’s okay, 'cause I’d read a book. Maybe I’d ask dlgirl and her group if they’d mind if I could sit with them, sometimes.
