4.22.2014// My Crowning Moment in High School History
Two of the greatest moments in high school history happened today, and the fact that they happened the day before I leave for Portland made them a great send off.
First of all, let me just start off by saying just how much I love my art history class. Seriously, best subject, best people, best teacher. For the past couple weeks our teacher has been reminding us that we would be needing old clothes and shoes we don't mind getting dirty for some secret activity he'd been planning. No other clues besides the fact that we would be going outside were revealed to us. Obviously, we were curious. But some time would go by, we would forget about it, and right when it had completely slipped our minds he'd always remind us about the shoes and clothes and pique our interest all over again. Around the time this was happening, we transitioned into studying Modern art with your Van Gogh, your Dali, Ernst, Rousseau, etc. in class. All great. And all things we saw in New York, lets not forget!
Finally we get to today, we're all dressed down, and our teacher proceeds to lead us outside to the back parking lots. And there we see two massive canvases and a good fifteen to twenty buckets of paint. And we proceed to get giddy because this means we get to pretend to be Jackson Pollock for a day, and honestly whist better than that? To really get us in the spirit and in the Pollock mindset, it was apparently very common for Pollock to paint while smoking a cigar, so what does our teacher do? That's right, he passed out candy cigarettes, and thus the artist persona was complete. Like I said, best class ever.
The second greatest moment happened later that day in English. I have a track record of always laughing way too much in that class. It'll usually happen while we're reading blog posts or reading something, but whatever it is that gets us laughing, it doesn't have to be much, once we start giggling there's really no stopping us. I'll preface this so: you see, there's this guy in our class, and he is literally our human calculator. He's brilliant, a little quirky, but incredibly intelligent. However, it's his quirks and the general manner in which he carries himself that sometimes make him quite hysterical. We also have this substitute teacher that we've known ever since freshman year, but that's been here longer than we have. She's a previous English teacher and everyone adores her - she's the type of sub everyone wishes they had as a real teacher.
Anyways, we had her today and before we could proceed with the lesson plan she had to check who rode the bus or a car to school, and who walked -- standard procedural stuff the school has to do every couple months. This guy chimes in that he rides the bus to and from school most every day, and the sub hears him, or semi-hears him because everybody else is shouting out how they get to school, and she moves on and is trying to keep up with what everybody else says. The class quieted down when we assumed she was done and went back to our work. Several minutes pass, maybe five? Either way we have a short attention span + the fact that it's after lunch, and we've already forgotten all about car riders and bus riders. All of a sudden we just hear the sub go, "Wait, so Caleb*, did I hear correctly that you ride both ways?"
And then it was dead silent, and the question just hung in the air. Immediately my teenage mind went to that place, as I assume everybody else's did as well, but I restrained myself, asI assume everyone else did too. That is until I locked eyes with a classmate from across the room and it was like we shared a connection. There occurred a spark between our eyes and in that instant we both realized just how desperately we were trying not to laugh. As soon as we saw each other's expressions we just lost it. It was like a spiritual connection, I tell ya. In that moment, we bonded. And then the hysterics just bubbled out of both us and we erupted in peals of laughter. Being one of the two people that caught that slip up is my crowning moment of high school, no lie. And as soon as we burst out laughing, the rest of the class just let loose too. It was madness, nobody could breathe and we didn't settle down for a good ten minutes. What makes it even better is that the sub, love her to pieces, is incredibly cool and instantly realized what she had said. She'd caught it the second it came out of her mouth and just prayed we wouldn't catch it. But oh no, we definitely caught and we certainly didn't let her live it down. she tried to explain herself and quickly take it back, but we were laughing, and she was laughing, and quite frantically her argument fell short haha. The guy, Caleb*, totally played along and answered "Yes!" and nodded his head whilst also chuckling (though not quite as vigorously as us one can imagine.) Poor sub, she just let us have our moment while she took a moment and rested her head on the table. But she's not that sneaky, we saw her chuckle, too;)
And that, ladies and gentlemen, has been a typical day-in-the-life of a high school student.
Over and out.
*name changed
Two of the greatest moments in high school history happened today, and the fact that they happened the day before I leave for Portland made them a great send off.
First of all, let me just start off by saying just how much I love my art history class. Seriously, best subject, best people, best teacher. For the past couple weeks our teacher has been reminding us that we would be needing old clothes and shoes we don't mind getting dirty for some secret activity he'd been planning. No other clues besides the fact that we would be going outside were revealed to us. Obviously, we were curious. But some time would go by, we would forget about it, and right when it had completely slipped our minds he'd always remind us about the shoes and clothes and pique our interest all over again. Around the time this was happening, we transitioned into studying Modern art with your Van Gogh, your Dali, Ernst, Rousseau, etc. in class. All great. And all things we saw in New York, lets not forget!
Finally we get to today, we're all dressed down, and our teacher proceeds to lead us outside to the back parking lots. And there we see two massive canvases and a good fifteen to twenty buckets of paint. And we proceed to get giddy because this means we get to pretend to be Jackson Pollock for a day, and honestly whist better than that? To really get us in the spirit and in the Pollock mindset, it was apparently very common for Pollock to paint while smoking a cigar, so what does our teacher do? That's right, he passed out candy cigarettes, and thus the artist persona was complete. Like I said, best class ever.
The second greatest moment happened later that day in English. I have a track record of always laughing way too much in that class. It'll usually happen while we're reading blog posts or reading something, but whatever it is that gets us laughing, it doesn't have to be much, once we start giggling there's really no stopping us. I'll preface this so: you see, there's this guy in our class, and he is literally our human calculator. He's brilliant, a little quirky, but incredibly intelligent. However, it's his quirks and the general manner in which he carries himself that sometimes make him quite hysterical. We also have this substitute teacher that we've known ever since freshman year, but that's been here longer than we have. She's a previous English teacher and everyone adores her - she's the type of sub everyone wishes they had as a real teacher.
Anyways, we had her today and before we could proceed with the lesson plan she had to check who rode the bus or a car to school, and who walked -- standard procedural stuff the school has to do every couple months. This guy chimes in that he rides the bus to and from school most every day, and the sub hears him, or semi-hears him because everybody else is shouting out how they get to school, and she moves on and is trying to keep up with what everybody else says. The class quieted down when we assumed she was done and went back to our work. Several minutes pass, maybe five? Either way we have a short attention span + the fact that it's after lunch, and we've already forgotten all about car riders and bus riders. All of a sudden we just hear the sub go, "Wait, so Caleb*, did I hear correctly that you ride both ways?"
And then it was dead silent, and the question just hung in the air. Immediately my teenage mind went to that place, as I assume everybody else's did as well, but I restrained myself, asI assume everyone else did too. That is until I locked eyes with a classmate from across the room and it was like we shared a connection. There occurred a spark between our eyes and in that instant we both realized just how desperately we were trying not to laugh. As soon as we saw each other's expressions we just lost it. It was like a spiritual connection, I tell ya. In that moment, we bonded. And then the hysterics just bubbled out of both us and we erupted in peals of laughter. Being one of the two people that caught that slip up is my crowning moment of high school, no lie. And as soon as we burst out laughing, the rest of the class just let loose too. It was madness, nobody could breathe and we didn't settle down for a good ten minutes. What makes it even better is that the sub, love her to pieces, is incredibly cool and instantly realized what she had said. She'd caught it the second it came out of her mouth and just prayed we wouldn't catch it. But oh no, we definitely caught and we certainly didn't let her live it down. she tried to explain herself and quickly take it back, but we were laughing, and she was laughing, and quite frantically her argument fell short haha. The guy, Caleb*, totally played along and answered "Yes!" and nodded his head whilst also chuckling (though not quite as vigorously as us one can imagine.) Poor sub, she just let us have our moment while she took a moment and rested her head on the table. But she's not that sneaky, we saw her chuckle, too;)
And that, ladies and gentlemen, has been a typical day-in-the-life of a high school student.
Over and out.
*name changed
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