High School Memories
When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers who would hurt the children in any way they could.
By pouring their derision upon anything we did, exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kids.
But in the town, it was well known that when they got home at night, their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives.
During my senior year of high school, I walked into a classroom one morning and saw those words written on the blackboard.
I knew exactly what I was reading. They are lyrics from a Pink Floyd song on the classic double album, The Wall. (And yes, when The Wall was originally released in 1979 and available at Turtles or Peaches or The Record Bar, it was a double album that one played at 33 RPM on a turntable.) By the time I was a senior in high school though, it was available on the space-age Compact Disc format.
There were 2 things that I found very amusing about this display. First was the classroom in which the lyrics had been posted. During my senior year, I took a class called “Contemporary Affairs.” Our text was Time Magazine. The teacher was also the woman who taught AP U.S. History — which I took because I was/am a dork and I really liked history. So I was familiar with this woman’s teaching style. She was a good teacher on some levels, but she also had an inflated sense of her abilities and/or stature in the high school education community. People who take AP courses tend toward the overachieving side of things. She seemed to prefer teaching the AP kids. Why? I don’t know. But the students who took the Contemporary Affairs class included folks who didn’t necessarily take the AP courses. This particular teacher seemed to take that opportunity to demean and mock some of the ideas and comments from those students. The assumption seemed to be that if the students didn’t take AP U.S. History, they didn’t take their education seriously and held opinions that didn’t merit consideration. (This is where we could’ve used Uncle Buck to come in and fight for all of the so-called silly-hearts. See below.) So you can imagine how a student who was not used to this teacher’s demanding — and sometimes unreasonably demanding — nature might react.
The second thing that I found amusing was that I recognized the handwriting of the person who wrote the lyrics on the board. This was funny because the teacher was not happy — at all — about the public embarrassment. I did not feel particularly sorry for the teacher because she had sort of made her bed. Karma is a . . . .
I don’t believe that the teacher ever learned who wrote the lyrics on her blackboard — which to high school students only enhanced our enjoyment. One person had the guts to write the lyrics, but we all felt like we got away with it because we all identified with those lyrics on some level. I think it goes without saying that high school students overdramatize the things that happen to them, but that doesn’t mean the emotions are any less real to them and it doesn’t give people like teachers license to ridicule them or their evolving positions on issues and understanding of the world around them.
Oh yea, the name of the Pink Floyd song is The Happiest Days of Our Lives.
How hilarious is that?
Uncle Melanoma Head