some things DO change
While watching the morning chat program here in Cleveland, I saw a story on my old high school. It was the featured “cool school” of the week. The track team won a record number of meets. The robotics team is in the finals of a competition. The glee club visits retirement homes to spread their joy.
When I attended, they had a smoking lounge. In order to get a passing grade, all you had to do was show up the majority of the time. Most of the students (myself included) walked around in a weed-induced haze. I have no idea who my guidance counselor was. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm not completely certain that I had one. So things are looking up at old Midpark High from an academic standpoint.
I had to delete my Mom’s name from my phone contacts. How sad is that?
When I attended, they had a smoking lounge. In order to get a passing grade, all you had to do was show up the majority of the time. Most of the students (myself included) walked around in a weed-induced haze. I have no idea who my guidance counselor was. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm not completely certain that I had one. So things are looking up at old Midpark High from an academic standpoint.
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I had to delete my Mom’s name from my phone contacts. How sad is that?
posted by The Unbearable Banishment at
10:37 PM
10 Comments:
A smoking lounge ... in the high school? Attend the majorty of classes to get a passing grade? Are you for real? Would never happen here. There'd be an uproar.
I still haven't deleted Stephen's name from my phone contacts
our smoking lounge was a fenced in area in the parking lot. complete with smudge pot for heat in the winter. we called it "The Grit Corral". yes. i visited regularly...
The more interesting thing is that people of our generation turned out better than our own kids in terms of being able to be independent. Of course, some of us are raising the current crop, so maybe not.
It is sad. So sorry, tUB.
I still have my aunty, uncle and grandma's numbers in my phone (they all died in the last couple of years). Its not laziness, I often flick through the numbers in my phone but don't delete them. Not sure why.
Oh man. That is really sad. Sadder than your last post even. I´m sorry.
Unbearable, sorry to hear about your mum.
academic yea.. people still walk around with that same weed haze
I still have my friend Jorge's number in my phone...which has changed make/model, I think, 3 times since his death in 2003.
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