EVERYONE W/ A CAMERA: RECord yourself talking about absurd School Rules. Here are some questions you can answer:
- How did Students rebel against these Rules?
- How were these Rules enforced?
- Why do you think these Rules existed? Were they effective or counter-productive?
NOTE: Please check out THIS ALBUM of examples as a reference.
Back when I was in college it was sort of a tradition to pass on the test’s questions from the previous years to the freshmen.
The teachers were usually the same and so were the questions. In general…
Since we couldn’t keep the actual test sheets after the exams, some of my esteemed colleagues would come out of the exams and immediately start writing down the questions as best as they could remember them.
I was actually astonished at the amount of organization the whole thing entailed; even though it was just an informal thing that came out of our sense of solidarity to one another.
It was kind of beautiful in an illegal kind of way.
Anyway, my idea is to expand on that and write a story about a “test dealer” who operates inside a high school or college with the help of a bunch of infiltrated students. Of course, there has to be money involved to raise the stakes.
Just a thought.
I rarely ever skipped school. I followed the rules most of the time, cause I learned long ago that I'm the kind of person who can't get away with ANYTHING. I do remember skipping class one day and this is how pathetic the story goes: I craved one of those long bags of roasted peanuts you can get at any convenience store. I don't know if I missed lunch that day or what, but I just HAD to have me some of those damn peanuts. There just happened to be a convenience store located across the street from my high school, so when the bell rang to change class, I ran out the gates and escaped.
You would think that once I had gotten away with leaving the school grounds, I would find something to get into after satisfying my peanut craving, but no, not me.
I sat in an alley next to the store enjoying my bag of nuts, then went BACK. Yep, how sad and pathetic is that- what a loser! I waited till I heard the next bell ring, signifying the change of class again, and returned to school. Is that not the sorriest thing you've ever heard?
I guess I'm lucky they didn't catch me either coming or going, I doubt very seriously they would've bought my excuse. It would've been pretty embarrassing to say the least!
I kept marijuana in a case previously holding my eye glasses. It contained my pipe, lighter, gum, and eye drops. This relic was often passed around in home economics class and was a precursor to what lay in store after class. Discretion was not a familiar word to me in high school, and a smarter lad would not have broadcast his crime so publicly. Still, new friends came flocking like pideons to Mary Poppins; and the weed was tuppence a bag.
One day as the final bell rang, I head over to my usual smoking spot. It was in front of the school, obscured by thick trees, and accessible from a walking path. Before sparking a light, several folks surrounded me. Seven of us surrounding a blunt; not a care in the world.
The buzz arrived as quickly as the fuzz did. A police car mounted the curb; with it charged the school administrator. Time slowed; I could feel each heart beat in my chest, and in the blink of an eye, we scattered. Through back yards and over fences, I ran until I found one from the group. My loosely tied work boots tenaciously clung to my heels. Trends are not designed for function, and he had lost a shoe in the chase. I tossed my former eye glass case into a bush, confident that its brown color would conceal it from a search.
The plan was simple: douse ourselves in cologne, apply breath mint and eye drops, then double back to recover the encriminating evindence. I decided to distance myself from my shoeless companion and strike out on my own.
Walking back to school in search of my tossed paraphernalia, I was approached by a blue minivan. It pulled up slowely behind me, and out came the administrator. He inquired where I was headed. My stomach churning, my nerves pulsing, I informed him that I was killing time before the late busses arrived. "Time does not die", he told me. There was disbelief in his eyes, but I was confident. I focused on my posture and eye contact. If had looked away for even a second, the ruse would be up. He would know that I was higher than Robert Downey Jr., and I would be expelled.
He drove away. I cautiously ventured back to the bush I'd thrown my case. It was gone. It wouldn't be wise to linger, so I returned to the computer lab to wait for the busses to arrive. At the lab, I encountered a friend who'd turned down my invitation to smoke earlier. I contemplated the comeuppence I would receive if any of us had been apprehended. I boarded the bus that day feeling like I'd escaped a travesty. It was hard to sleep that night.
When I returned to school the following day, I heard through the grape vine that my shoeless companion was taken in for questioning. The administrator and the blue minivan slowely pulled up to him and offered to give him his shoe back. The next few weeks of school were tense, but I kept my story straight, and never made the same mistake again.
WRITERS: Write Stories or Ideas about Rules being broken in School.
EVERYONE W/ A CAMERA: RECord Video of yourself sharing Stories & Experiences about breaking School Rules.
NOTE: Check out THIS ALBUM as a reference.