“class meetings”
today was the first day back from easter break and since all i did all weekend long was watch reruns of doogie houser m.d. and scrubs on dvd (it was a medical comedy weekend… i tried switching to seinfeld but it didn’t work) and jamming hardcore on a ukulele it was a pretty unsettling day.
especially because for the first fourty-five minutes of the day we had a “class” meeting and since our school is under stupid construction and we don’t have an auditorium we had it in the gym which of coarse doesn’t have any kind of sound system so whenever the principle and the assistant principle and the class president and the class vice president and the counselor for students m-z and the counselor for students a-l wanted to talk they had to do it into a little party style karaoke machine and they all felt the need to scream into the microphone so what we actually heard counded pretty much like an adult on charlie brown WHAMP WAHMP WHAMP WHAMP WHAMP-WHAMP.
but it was ok, because they projected a power point with all the information we all already knew. it would have been helpful if they weren’t projecting a powerpoint with blue backgrounds and blue fonts onto a blue wall. But like i said, we all already knew the information anyway, because guess what? we had freshmen class meating and sophomore class meatgs and junior class meatings and they are all exactly the same.
someone who is very very pregnant weather it’s the assistant principle or the couselour or the yearbook coordinatore or more lickely someone we’ve never heard of before picks up the mic and says “good morning class of 2009!!! 42 days left!!!” then she passes it off to a bunch of men with bear guts who remind us that all the school rules still apply for the end of the year.
then they hand it off to the class president, who always manages to stay popular despite his status as the one person in the school who still has school spirit, possibly because like every election for a student, it’s a popularity contest (but at least it’s better then the vote for homecoming queen, then everyone just votes for who’s prettiest or else who’s ugliest- as a very depressing joke). anyways this guy gets up and tells everyone the class cheer: “we are the trojans 09, we are the trojans 09, we are the trojans and we know how to have a good time” and also the class motto which will appear on the t-shirt: “stay classy” (get it? cuz… we’re a class…) and then he tries- and fails- to pump everyone up.
and then they dismiss us and tell us to get up one row at a time and exit slowly but everyone gets up at the same time anyway, then we have first period which is 20 minutes longer then planned because the assembly went shorter then planned because some kind of technical difficulty cut some things out. it’s ok thought becuase after that all the periods are shorter.
i remember one time in sunday school someone was complaining about something similar to this and my sunday school teacher said, “i wish i could tell you that you won’t have to deal with stuff like that when you’re an adult but i can’t…”
those anarchists are looking better every minute.
