A Day In The Life Of A Cat

High School

Today I was remembering my high school jorunalism class. I enrolled in 10th grade, my first year in high school, because a friend of mine was also in it. I'm really glad I got into it and was in the class all 3 years of high school. My senior year I was the Feature Editor. I think perhaps I missed my calling? It was fun, I enjoyed myself. The teacher was odd...but cool. She was a bit eccentric. Very trusting. Maybe too trusting. Sometimes she'd leave the class alone and go down to the main office to take care of some kind of teacher business. For the 20-25 minutes she was gone, we'd do whatever the heck we wanted to do....usually things we were not suppoed to do. I've told the story of the guy who rolled up a 5 foot length of butcher paper (that we used to make signs) and fashioned it into a torch and then lit the end on fire. None of us considered how we were going to put the fire out, so he swung open the window that faced the street and leaned out banging the torch against the side of the building. Flaming pieces of paper wafted down (we were on the 2nd floor) to the ground past the classroom windows on the first floor. And of course we had to get rid of the torch....and we could not very well have the smokey smelly thing in the classroom, so that was flung out the window to the ground. You really have to wonder what the class on the first floor was thinking when they saw all this stuff come past their windows. But nothing ever came of it....thank goodness. I think that would be something a student(s) could be expelled for. We did other things too....like peeked at her grade book. I'm telling you....she was trusting. I think she really thought we were all angels who sat peacefully writing and researching our columns for the upcoming newsletter while she was away.

*shakes head in amazememt*

Okay, that's it for today. Happy Friday to all!