I am not quite sure why I felt like writing today, but today that was my calling. I had the undeniable urge to throw my thoughts down onto some blogspace, and sit back and relax. I am substituting, as many of my blogs begin. I am sitting in a classroom with only a worksheet to keep students occupied. However, I happen to be subbing for a pretty funny teacher who enjoys himself some Connect Four, so that’s what the students are doing now. Playing some Connect Four…
This brings me back to my days in high school…what did I do to pass the time in a study, lunch, days when we had subs…Well, I was a nerd, so I did my homework so as to achieve in high school, but IF I didn’t have homework for some reason…then what did I do…?
Let us travel back to a time of two best friends in all different classes, save one and a study. The two were as close as friends could be in a high school setting. Like Burt and Ernie without the sharing a bedroom thing, or the inane nighttime banter about rubber duckies and crumbs in the bed…but I digress. Let us move on to one specific day in the aforementioned study. My good friend and I had heard that in the lunch period where a raucous erupted within the cafeteria, it turned out that a boy was both accosted and punished by a female classmate, who was none-to-pleased with his attitude.
Now, my good friend and I were smart-mouthed young fellows and believed that when something funny occurs, it is worth noting to any and all who will listen. Being seniors, we decided to proudly announce our discussion so all the room could listen (regardless of their will to do so.) As it turned out, we had some choice words to say about a guy who would refuse to defend himself against any kind of onslaught. Now, I know what you’re saying... “Aren’t you making fun of a guy that didn’t fight a girl? Doesn’t that make you a total ass?” Well normally, I would agree with you, but this girl was not interested in a slap-fight or a hair-pulling tossdown. NO-NO! This “girl,” though about 6 inches shorter than he, was literally tossing him to the ground, punching him in the brain, and (get this) beating him with a CHAIR!!! “WHAT!??” Exactly.
This girl crossed the line from, innocent girl/don’t hit to angry hellbeast/knockout fast. We were simply letting it be known that someone that allowed a diminutive young woman on a rage bender to beat their face in had given up on chivalry and was now a firm follower of ridiculosity. Now, as it turns out, our young stud in traction was related by blood to the young lady in the front row of the room; a young lady who on many times, incurred the wrath of angry seniors who just wanted her to shut up!. The kid’s sister then stood up for him stating that he was just being a man, and not hitting a girl. However…we did not fail to point out that the kid just got beaten with a chair and refused to fight back. Once a weapon is introduced, the game is over. It’s a lot like letting a pitcher use a pitching machine. It’s no longer a game, it’s batting practice. So too is a young woman hurling chairs no longer a girl, but is now an assailant.
Ah…I long for the days where I could spout these beliefs to a classroom full of students. I guess that is one of the reasons I want to be a teacher. So I can talk to a class full of students about silly happenings and my beliefs on how things should be.
Until I feel bored enough to recant another high school story…
