I have a ton of stories about high school, so I thought I'd split things up in two posts. This was an era of feral teenagers and near-death experiences. I swear, one of the boys in my class did so many crazy things, it's a wonder he survived to adulthood.
Killer Math Problem
One
day, my friend was called up to do a math problem on the whiteboard. At
the time, she had a lot going on in her life, and was extremely busy and extremely tired.
She was standing there, leaning against the board, staring at this math
problem, and fell asleep. Since her back was to the teacher, he didn't
notice this. One of the other kids did, though, and came up to the front
of the class, telling the teacher, "I think you broke her," while
trying to discreetly lead my friend back to her seat without the teacher
noticing her zombie-like state.
Refrigeration Class
Once upon a time, there was a little high school. Sometimes it was nice out, sometimes it was cold, sometimes it was hot. But it didn't matter what the weather was like, because if you had a class with a certain teacher, you'd better bring a jacket.
Seriously. Her classroom was always cool, and sometimes flat-out cold. We'd be wearing sweaters in summer, shivering while icicles formed on various parts of our bodies. Meanwhile, our teacher was fanning herself and having a hot flash.
Landscaping Disasters
Once during landscaping class, we were all pulling weeds around the gym. I was with a small group of girls, and they were chatting with each other. I wasn't interested in their conversation, and eventually wandered off to the other side of the gym and was weeding by myself. Things were fairly uneventful for a time. I pulled up weeds, I made a pile of weeds, everything was weeds. The only sounds were those of nature, and the occasional engine noise or siren from passing vehicles.
After a while, I thought, "You know, I haven't seen the rest of the class for a while. I should probably head back to where they were."
Upon going around the building, I discovered somewhat of a commotion. A bunch of kids were gathered around, and one kid seemed to be injured. "What's going on?" I asked in confusion.
As it turned out, one of the boys was pushing a wheelbarrow, the kind with only one wheel, and it overturned, fell on his leg, and dislocated his knee. An ambulance had come to pop it back in place and give him a leg brace. And in all that time, I had been on the other side of the building, completely oblivious to the chaos.
Walk-In Freezer
At one of my charter schools, for a while we were using this one property, where our campus basically consisted of small modular buildings brought in, and a big building that was generally used for storage and whatnot. Since it was concrete and metal, and not really meant for people to be spending a great deal of time in, the insulation was a bit... lacking. So in winter, we were all freezing. Heaters were brought in to try making the place more hospitable, but when classes were held in that building, we were still sitting there in coats trying not to freeze to death.
Musical Carpet Squares
The classroom for music class didn't have the best acoustics, much to the teacher's annoyance. It was very echoey, and she decided to do something about it. So, she acquired about a billion squares of carpet, which she planned to put on the walls to absorb the sound.
Before the carpet squares were placed, though, we had a bit of fun with them. Being crazy teenagers, many of us proceeded to throw ourselves at this pile of synthetic fibers. It was like a funhouse in there for a bit.
The Mighty Hunter
At one high school, the campus wasn't far from people who owned animals like horses and goats. As a result, we had a lot of flies. I hated the obscene numbers of flying insects in the classrooms, so I would sometimes go around the room with a flyswatter, looking to destroy the infernal things. I mean, I literally stalked around like a predator, waiting for my prey to land so I could strike.
At some point, though, the flyswatter went missing. The kids told me it got broken and was thrown away. Later, I discovered they had actually hidden the swatter from me.
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