Today a reflection; a brief, a tantalizing, a delicious taste of 11th grade insanity.
To begin we must take a step back in time; we must return (though i shudder to think of it) to one early morning not so long ago when two idiotic, hormone dripping 17 year old boys had the audacity to test the wits of the Friendship Collegiate Academy staff.
The Facts:
12:20 am- After watching two boys run like mad dogs down the hallway of our hotel monday night, Ms. Bunney and I decided that tuesday night would be a sleepless but altogether successful event. Yes, this night was going to be an event, an occurrence, a noteworthy evening.
10:30- 1:00 am- Hiding in various corners of the third floor hallway of our hotel Ms. Bunney and I take our seats watching the girls floor. The girls floor is five hotel rooms filled with eleventh grade girls. Each girl has her own agenda. one thing is clear, NO GUESTS. One thing is certain, WE DONT WANT TO HEAR IT.
two things happen:
1. we heard it. we heard it all. we heard the music, we heard the laughing, we smelled the flat iron. It was as if I was watching a movie blindfolded.
2. Guests appeared. sneaking, tip-toeing, tripping their way past our seats they attempted, pleaded, called and whispered to get into those rooms.
Side note:
High school boys are silly. They are wired all wrong. They do not pick up hints, don't remember clues and their one-route to nowhere minds really got the best of them tuesday evening.
12:30am - As Ms. Bunney held firmly onto his arm, our culprit and his partner made the best of a bad situation. Having been caught red handed at the door of the stares, both boys ran like the wind. unfortunately when you are nearing 250 pounds, running doesn't hide you. Honestly, catching these boys was like stealing candy from a baby.
Side note:
High School boys are relentless. We were up well past 2 am.
And so it goes:
Tonight we have a new plan. tonight we hand picked our most popular, well respected girls to do our jobs for us. After a full day of college tours, headaches, vomiting and some seriously over-excited young men (yeah its what you think), the girls sat those young men down and had it out.
9:45 pm- We are tired of this they cried! Tired of losing our free time! Tired of being blamed for someone else's bad mood, everlasting love, general irresponsibility.
Yup, high school kids understand one another. This talk was effective. The girls patrolled our halls, took cell-phones, confiscated ipods. Boys swore, sucked their teeth and then went to their rooms. its been one hour and i have not seen a single boy. Happy me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind however, I am well aware that when 2 am roles around the thump of boy feet will stop me from whatever it is i am doing. I will take my post, arms ready to grab at whatever silly child has decided that we are not serious.
That will be a good moment. If it doesn't happen... well wont that be fantastic.
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