Random school observations.

 

Mr. Bilenki, my Pre-cal teacher, tends to repeat stuff, so Brittaya and I did a little survey and found out that he will say 'Check it out' and average of 4.3 times per class, 'Ok' and average of 86 times, 'You guys' an average of 7 times, and 'You know' an average of 10 times.

 

The garbage cans in the library have never been cleaned out. Seeing as there is no gum allowed in the library, there is about a two inch layer of old gum lining the bottom of every garbage can.

 

Grant Park is falling apart; on the floors, they are too lazy to get tiles that match the other tiles, so the floor is a mutlicolored in shades of blue. In some areas, there are no tiles what so ever. Our cafeteria, AKA *The Grease Pit* has no floor what so ever. Our ceiling is kinda like the floor. None of the ceiling tiles ever match up, we have plain ones next to ones with holes in them, then ones with lines in them. Our principal spent $2000 of the school's money on refurnishing his office, when we could have used that money to fix some of the tiles, tile The Grease Pit, or even upgrade our metal shop.

Above: The stairs leading to the Grease Pit, note missing tiles, and different colored ones.

 

In The Grease Pit, there is a known but unwritten rule; if your food falls on the floor, the three second rule is still in place. If it falls on the table, you don't even touch it.

Above: That is a shot of most of the Grease Pit, note dirty tables that are never cleanes, tileless floor, and Bowhunter member Chris sitting on a table.

 

There are two gyms, the Senior Gym, and the Middle School Gym. The Middle School Gym reeks like The Grease Pit, the Senior Gym smells like varnish.

 

The people in the auto shop are like raccoons. They go into the metal shop and steal anything thats shiney. Or they like to steal our stools, and MIG welder.

 

Whenever the auto shop steals our MIG welder, it always comes back to us broken.

 

Our horizontal band saw in the metals shop is so old, and crappy that it barely works anymore. We occasionally have to jump start it.

 

The candy machine in the school is referred to The Candy Farm, or Wonka's house.

 

Everyone in this school is freakishly short like me.

 

Our football team sucks, we haven't one a game for two seasons.

 

One of the art teachers we think hordes crack because of his long pinkie nails.

 

Mr.Timmerman we think is on drugs because of the psychedelic posters he has. I want the pretzels one!

 

There is little to no dress code

 

There are doors leading outside that will lock you out.

Above: Three druggies: Eli, Thomas, and some other dude (I forget his name) are outside because the door locked them out. Note the water pipe, I climbed it.

 

We have 'The Wall".

Above: This is The Wall. It even says so, and someone wrote Pink Floyd beside it, you can kinda see it. They beat me to it.

 

Thats all for now.