Why do such insignificant events remain in one's memory bank? Maybe it's the unusualness of such events, even if they have no bearing on anything ... just one of those things.
Such is the case of my witnessing an impromptu game of Desk Soccer in the halls of John Rogers High School.
One morning, while joining the liberated
| (a) students | |
| (b) pupils | |
| (c) internees | |
| (d) all of the above |
pouring into the first floor east hallway after being liberated by the bell, I particularly remember the door of the Business of Living classroom opening and some guy kicking a desk, one of those one-armed college type desks, into the hall. Others would kick it a few more feet as players would do to a soccer ball. It nearly went all the way down to the typing classroom before (d) above, either
| (a) got bored; | |
| (b) realized it was wrong; | |
| (c) a teacher showed up; | |
| (d) who knows, and they gave it up. |
I wonder how that desk ever got back to its proper classroom.
Correct answers to this pop quiz: d and d.