My beloved little Finneytown High School is currently in its second year under the reign of the iron-fisted Cpt. Jack Fisher. While it's true that we needed a principal who would actually discipline students and keep the school a little more in line, sometimes Mr. Fisher can be a bit ridiculous.
His most recent decision was that locker signs are tacky, silly, juvenile, unprofessional, etc. and should be removed. So he took down every single sign from every single locker, be it for birthdays, sports, fun, or any number of other random things that we decide to make signs for. How on earth can it matter that locker signs are "unprofessional" when professionals wouldn't be storing their work in long hallways of lockers? Silly? Yeah some of them were silly and even tacky at times, but for goodness sakes, we're high schoolers. Cut us some slack. Silly quirks don't spell out a future of failure and academic slacking. If they did, all their brightest students along with most of the rest of the school as well would be headed for doom.
Several of us have serious issues finding our lockers if we don't look for the signs on ours or on our neighbors' lockers. If my locker number hadn't ended up being one of my favorite numbers, there would be no way I could find it without the adorable sign that my friend Anna made for me (it was brown and green with a panda bear and leaf rubbings that were actually part of one of my art projects). Colors and shapes stick in my head a lot better than numbers, so when all the lockers are the same shape size and color, the only thing to depend on is the signs that are hung (unless your locker is the last in a hall or something).
Furthermore, our signs show a variety of things. They announce tryouts for athletic and musical groups, tell the school when somebody should be wished a happy birthday, encourage performers (be they athletes, musicians, whatever), show team and school spirit, express pieces of a person, and much more. They have even been used to celebrate the lives of the two students who have been killed within the past two years. Does Cpt. Jack really want to take that away? He's always saying that we need more school and team spirit. More unity. We've got class tension down to a fine art, but he'd really rather we supported Finneytown rather than the class of '09 or '08, but he could help by not tearing down what things we do that are aimed towards his ends.
Mr. Fisher has also made several other regrettable decisions (such as the possibility of eliminating AP courses, but that's a rant for another day). Fortunately, we do get a lot of personal amusement out of his existence. Thanks to my mom who first noticed this, it's fairly common to hear him referred to as Grimace the milkshake monster from McDonald's due to the fact that he wears a lot of purple and has a physique much like that of our purple fast food franchise friend. There's also the myriad of jokes relating Cpt. Jack and rum, such as the ideas for t-shirts saying "Where's the rum gone?" or "If it was a dream, there'd be rum" along with others. The chief anti-Fisher movement right now is discussed with the coded phrase "Have you seen page 82 of the yearbook?" I can't really explain this one without a diagram, so ask me about it sometime.
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The only way I know which locker is mine is because of the big whitish spot on it.
I cna only find mine now because it'snumber 9, which is a wonderful number. But I still don't look for the number as much as I do the people at the lockers on either side of me.
I have a blog. www.penguins-have-knees.blogspot.com random. I know.
Clearly you have never been a professional. I myself have spent several months working as a professional laborer, engaging in such masculine acts as industrial sewing and pulling hundreds staples out of formerly carpeted floor. Goodtimes, as the doctor says. On to the point, as an industrial seamster, I plainly observed that many of my fellow professional industrial workers had their very own lockers. They were repulsive. It is not that professionals do not have lockers, it is that they have repulsive lockers.
I don't think I was ever told what compelled you to be an industrial seamster.
Hey Ellen, your blog won't let me comment unless I'm a member of it, and I haven't a clue how that works.
Ask me later, you know, in person about my industrial career, or if I remember I shall merely begin babbling about it.
I think I've fixed it.
It's still not letting me comment. I think this will fix it...
-click on the link that says customize at the top right corner of the blog
-click on the "settings" tab
-click on the "comments" tab underneath
-then where it says "Who can comment?" choose "anyone" or "only registered users"
It sounds like your HS is now almost as ridiculous as Winton Woods was becoming. This is not a good thing, but as long as some things are humorous, it's not too bad.
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