We actually did dip someone’s fingertips in water at my school. Just use some warmed water. It works but please be kind,,,
Getting Someone To Pee While They Are Sleeping
Something else that was crazy. We were exploring one day and found a shelter in the basement. Crackers, water, first aid kits and what we thought were hard candies. They were in a large tin (like Charles Chips or caramel popcorn) and shaped like little footballs. They were different colors and sugar-coated. We tried them and they were great! We ate them like them seemed: candy. We found out over the next few days what they truly were: (wait for it!!) they were laxatives! We were all using the bathroom endlessly for days. It weren’t pretty.
The Cow - She Walks; She Talks; She’s Full Of Chalk; The Latical Fluid Is Extracted From The Female Of The Bovine Species And Is Highly Polithical To The Enth Degree! Sir! After reciting that, freshman could get a glass of milk.
If there was anything I was ever proud of in my life it has to be the end of hazing at Patton. Hazing was rampant and life could be unpleasant if you were a freshman. As we were hazed as other classmates had been before us, we did the best we could to not complain, cry or just give the upper classman any satisfaction from the experience. It just wasn’t as much fun for them any longer. When we became upper classmen, we would intervene if we ever saw this. Some examples we endured include eating food that was “enhanced” (milkshakes – strawberry (milk+ketchup), butterscotch (milk+mustard), vanilla (milk+salt)); instead of using sugar in cereal, for example, load up on salt. Forfeiting deserts at meals. Doing unsupervised chores assigned to others. Chores included sweeping, cleaning windows, grounds work and basically whatever needed to be done that many hands could do. We basically lived across the road from a huge farm so a lot of things needed done often.
My early diet that lasted from almost Day 1 through Thanksgiving break (first time I ever wrote this down) – I didn’t break 100 lbs until I was 13. This was my first year at Patton. The first year I truly enjoyed milk. I ate like this:
Breakfast – M-F - 6 bowls of cold cereal and/or 3-4 bowls of cream of wheat (my fav) or oatmeal; 6 glasses milk; 1-2 glasses juice; 6+ scrambled eggs; 6+ pieces of bacon; 1/2 loaf of buttered bread;; Sat same except replace eggs with waffles or pancakes; Sun same except replace waffles or pancakes with 6-12 sunny side up eggs (but they could be hard). Of course there were 6-8 other students at the table and sometimes a teacher or other adult and we all had about 20 mins to eat. I didn’t talk much :)
Lunch – M-Sat we usually had spaghetti or some casserole; easy to eat/make stuff like that. We would have it served in a big bowl and I would eat about half a bowl; 1/2 bowl of vegetables, if available; 6+ glasses milk; 1/2 loaf of buttered bread; Sun Sandwiches 6+ of assortment – either ham or turkey or chicken with various cheeses. 6+ glasses milk; desert of various kinds – tapioca; pie (first and last time I tried rhubarb) jello – I would eat as many as I could as they were limited. Again the 6-8 other students at the table and sometimes a teacher or other adult. Had about 40 minutes to eat. I didn’t talk much here either.
Dinner – 1/2 plate of some meat; 1/2 bowl mashed potatoes; 1/2 bowl vegetables; 6+ glasses milk; 1/2 loaf of buttered bread; desert of various kinds as before with same limits. Again the 6-8 others at the table had to eat too. Had about 50 minutes to eat.
All the food, unless out of season, was raised or grown across the road at the farm. Trust me when I say this, when the wind blew at us we would know about the chickens, pigs and cows. We even knew when the feed was changed for the cows as the milk would taste sour. The milk was only pasteurized but I’m sure the cream was at least scraped off the top for butter, pies, etc. A glass of milk still looked full for a few minutes after being drained. Probably why it tasted so good. Whole milk at home tasted like water!
I could eat more than the biggest kid in school, who was part Indian, played football and weighed about 240. After the holidays my appetite slowly returned to normal. I also grew almost 6 inches during this time. I was in such pain when I laid in bed at night waiting to go to sleep. I thought I had a disease and was dying. I didn’t share this with anyone at the time but did confide it eventually to my roommate (Steve Bauman?).
Confronting Dr. Kopp – I had the unfortunate pleasure of going head to head with the superintendent of our school Dr. Kopp. I didn’t ask for it but I felt compelled to step up to the challenge once it got started. I also felt like I was observing myself as well as participating. It sure felt weird. It went down like this. We were driving back to school on a bus from some event. I was a few seats from the back and Dr. K was up front behind the driver where he usually sat. Most of us were singing something (yes, including me) to pass the time and were getting louder and louder (was it bottles of beer on the wall?). This didn’t sit well with Dr. K so he lumbered back to quiet us down. I didn’t care for this and told him so. He told the boy sitting with me to move up front to his seat. I told him to stay put. Dr. K insisted and took the seat next to me. After a moment, I went on a verbal tirade. I got a lot off my chest in front of everyone. I don’t remember all I said but it sure felt good during and after. One surprise to me and everyone was Dr. K said nothing the whole time. He didn’t even punish me with hours or detention or even speak to me about it. Ever!
There was one time that I was in electronics class (like everyone, took a few shop classes at Patton). Our teacher was not in class and a radio was on playing Time of the Season by The Zombies and for some reason, I started to twirl (dance or whatever you call it) around the entire room til the song had finished. I don’t know what came over me but it felt good while I was doing it. I don’t remember asking any of my classmates what they were thinking. Maybe I should’ve! I remembering thinking I could be like Eric in The Fastest Gun Alive. He was good.
I remember once when I was a waiter (we all had to do that as a “chore” and it was either for a week or month) and I was serving desert at lunch and one of my tables had the superintendent in attendance. I would either serve a senior or him if he was there. It looked something like this
except it was a bowl of peaches in his lap! I had one bowl in each hand and poured one in his lap as I set the other one in front of him. Funny, sort of, at the time. Funnier later.
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