Typical
The tapping of the computer keys are the only noise in the Michael Resource Center...they wish. Everyone is hard-working at their task, intent on accomplishment. The freshmen are grouped in one corner, studying for the next Doud test...the Sophomores are using the PCs for the second-semester health classes. The juniors are off getting signatures for Honor Society, and the Seniors...eh. They're just there, mooching away during their free periods.
A loud burst of laughter comes from them, and the munching of multiple bags of Doritos and the like. A couple wear varsity jackets (the dangerous ones, to be sure) and the rest all have some variation of plaid on their person. The girls' hair is long, the guys' shaved. A typical day in the life of...whom?
The freshmen chortle, suddenly, rediscovering amongst the trash of their lives the Medieval/Renaissance Architecture notes they had believed lost forever. Gabbing incessently, they forever study for tests that they usually fail. Such is the cynical eye of the test-writer, Mr. Doud.
A bunch of juniors, mostly patrons of the art department, come in next. They are talking about the Jazz Caberet from the past weekend, and whether it was worth the money they spent on instrument polish, reeds, and guitar strings. One of them looks especially radient; it's her seventeenth birthday.
The sophomores begin rebelling against their health teacher; a stocky woman in a warm up suit. Soon, wadded up Sex-ed pamphlets are being thrown everywhere, and the monitor on one PC has been bashed in, causing a large, electrofying cloud to explode into the air. Someone pulls the nearest fire alarm, and soon the whole of the east wing is outside, on the pavement.
Classroom-bound students crave to know what happened, but only those present in the MRC really know. The one kid who got electrocuted is taken away on one of the ambulances that responded to the alarm, and once his wounds are healed he will be suspended for an amount of time to be determined by a committee of MRC employees.
The seniors stalk off in the distant direction of the nearest fast- food stand; regardless of their schedule. The juniors jump the next 208 Pace bus, and head for lunch in Downtown Evanston. The freshmen head to Boltwood for their repast, and the sophomores are packed into an empty studyhall room for a talking to by their Dean, Associate Principal, and various other people who have to do with discipline.
A week later, the whole episode is forgotten. The Bacon Computer center staff have replaced the broken monitor, the freshmen have gotten their Doud tests back, and the seniors are back in their corner, feuding as usual. The juniors have all made the Honor Society, and the sophomores involved with the Health Class Rebellion of 2002 are banned from the MRC forever more. Just a typical situation at ETHS.
The tapping of the computer keys are the only noise in the Michael Resource Center...they wish. Everyone is hard-working at their task, intent on accomplishment. The freshmen are grouped in one corner, studying for the next Doud test...the Sophomores are using the PCs for the second-semester health classes. The juniors are off getting signatures for Honor Society, and the Seniors...eh. They're just there, mooching away during their free periods.
A loud burst of laughter comes from them, and the munching of multiple bags of Doritos and the like. A couple wear varsity jackets (the dangerous ones, to be sure) and the rest all have some variation of plaid on their person. The girls' hair is long, the guys' shaved. A typical day in the life of...whom?
The freshmen chortle, suddenly, rediscovering amongst the trash of their lives the Medieval/Renaissance Architecture notes they had believed lost forever. Gabbing incessently, they forever study for tests that they usually fail. Such is the cynical eye of the test-writer, Mr. Doud.
A bunch of juniors, mostly patrons of the art department, come in next. They are talking about the Jazz Caberet from the past weekend, and whether it was worth the money they spent on instrument polish, reeds, and guitar strings. One of them looks especially radient; it's her seventeenth birthday.
The sophomores begin rebelling against their health teacher; a stocky woman in a warm up suit. Soon, wadded up Sex-ed pamphlets are being thrown everywhere, and the monitor on one PC has been bashed in, causing a large, electrofying cloud to explode into the air. Someone pulls the nearest fire alarm, and soon the whole of the east wing is outside, on the pavement.
Classroom-bound students crave to know what happened, but only those present in the MRC really know. The one kid who got electrocuted is taken away on one of the ambulances that responded to the alarm, and once his wounds are healed he will be suspended for an amount of time to be determined by a committee of MRC employees.
The seniors stalk off in the distant direction of the nearest fast- food stand; regardless of their schedule. The juniors jump the next 208 Pace bus, and head for lunch in Downtown Evanston. The freshmen head to Boltwood for their repast, and the sophomores are packed into an empty studyhall room for a talking to by their Dean, Associate Principal, and various other people who have to do with discipline.
A week later, the whole episode is forgotten. The Bacon Computer center staff have replaced the broken monitor, the freshmen have gotten their Doud tests back, and the seniors are back in their corner, feuding as usual. The juniors have all made the Honor Society, and the sophomores involved with the Health Class Rebellion of 2002 are banned from the MRC forever more. Just a typical situation at ETHS.