Post by airbournebearcarcass on Apr 4, 2015 6:11:17 GMT
I just felt an urge to loosely document what I witnessed in school...
Sometimes I wondered in I am the only sane man in the class, or the only insane man in class.
There was no teacher in class at that moment, I sat in my seat trying to study but all the clamoring and laughing from my classmates made it impossible. I turned to look at them, they were all gathered by the class windows located at the left side of the classroom fighting for the best spot to appreciate the view outside. I sighed in lamentation, I knew perfectly well what they were looking at.
My classroom was located at the edge of the boys' school, facing the class windows was the swimming pool of another school. The other school was co-ed, and at that moment they were having a swimming competition. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what my classmates were looking at: girls in swimsuit.
The problem is...I don't understand why were my classmates so excited, they were wearing those type of competitive swimwear which leaves nothing particular to look at.
One of my classmates, let's call him Tommy, even produced a binocular to get a better look at the female swimmers. People were snatching Tommy's binoculars around to get a better view themselves, others were recording videos and taking photos with their phones. It seemed that the teacher was late, so I just left my classroom see whether people from the other classes were looking at the girls as well.
I opened the doors of the neighbouring class which was having recess. Usually during recess you can expect a classroom to be empty, yet I saw everyone from that class was in classroom, their face glued to the window just like my class. Bewildered, I sprinted down one stairs and entered the nearest classroom without a teacher in it. The classes downstairs were my juniors, and my juniors were behaving the same way, their faces glued to the window, oblivious to my intrusion.
I sprinted two stairs up, to the level of my seniors. I took a peek at one of the classrooms, that classroom had no teacher and the students' behaviour were no different from their juniors.
I returned to my classroom, the history teacher just arrived and he clearly witnessed the scene of my classmates gluing themselves to the window.
"Return to your seats, please exercise some self-control and stop looking at the windows for the duration of the lesson. I have faith in you that you have better self-discipline than your juniors."
Some groaning was heard but they complied, and the teacher promptly pulled the curtains to cover up the view. The lesson was interrupted numerous times because some people just couldn't resist to flip up the curtain and look outside which resulted in getting themselves some admonishment. Once the lesson ended however, the whole class (except me) gathered by the windows again before the teacher even left the classroom.
"I will just pretend I have not seen anything and walk out quietly." The teacher remarked to no one in particular as he packed up his things ready to go the next class.
"Sir," I stopped him from leaving the classroom, "don't you think they are pathetic?" I pointed at the direction of my classmates, "I mean there's nothing to look at!"
The history teacher chuckled, before he replied "Teenage hormones and boys' school, what do you expect with a combination like this? When I was your age I was even worse than your classmates, I would skip classes just to look at girls."
Before I could reply the teacher quickly left the classroom, I suppose he did not want to deal with a bunch of teenage boys with raging hormones.
I had enough of this madness, feeling an urge to talk some sense into my classmates I shouted (the classroom was extremely noisy), "What the hell, man? There is nothing to look at! Why are you all gathered by the windows? You are behaving as if you have never seen a girl before. Pathetic!"
"It's not because we are pathetic, it's because you have no hormones!" One of my classmates shouted back.
"You have zero testosterone!" Another classmate snorted.
I suddenly felt an urge to prove to my classmates that I do have testosterone, even if the method of proving made no sense whatsoever. I decided to abandon my last remnant of sanity and joined in on the madness, I approached the crowd and glued my face to the window, to look at some fully-clothed girls.
Sometimes I wondered in I am the only sane man in the class, or the only insane man in class.
There was no teacher in class at that moment, I sat in my seat trying to study but all the clamoring and laughing from my classmates made it impossible. I turned to look at them, they were all gathered by the class windows located at the left side of the classroom fighting for the best spot to appreciate the view outside. I sighed in lamentation, I knew perfectly well what they were looking at.
My classroom was located at the edge of the boys' school, facing the class windows was the swimming pool of another school. The other school was co-ed, and at that moment they were having a swimming competition. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what my classmates were looking at: girls in swimsuit.
The problem is...I don't understand why were my classmates so excited, they were wearing those type of competitive swimwear which leaves nothing particular to look at.
One of my classmates, let's call him Tommy, even produced a binocular to get a better look at the female swimmers. People were snatching Tommy's binoculars around to get a better view themselves, others were recording videos and taking photos with their phones. It seemed that the teacher was late, so I just left my classroom see whether people from the other classes were looking at the girls as well.
I opened the doors of the neighbouring class which was having recess. Usually during recess you can expect a classroom to be empty, yet I saw everyone from that class was in classroom, their face glued to the window just like my class. Bewildered, I sprinted down one stairs and entered the nearest classroom without a teacher in it. The classes downstairs were my juniors, and my juniors were behaving the same way, their faces glued to the window, oblivious to my intrusion.
I sprinted two stairs up, to the level of my seniors. I took a peek at one of the classrooms, that classroom had no teacher and the students' behaviour were no different from their juniors.
I returned to my classroom, the history teacher just arrived and he clearly witnessed the scene of my classmates gluing themselves to the window.
"Return to your seats, please exercise some self-control and stop looking at the windows for the duration of the lesson. I have faith in you that you have better self-discipline than your juniors."
Some groaning was heard but they complied, and the teacher promptly pulled the curtains to cover up the view. The lesson was interrupted numerous times because some people just couldn't resist to flip up the curtain and look outside which resulted in getting themselves some admonishment. Once the lesson ended however, the whole class (except me) gathered by the windows again before the teacher even left the classroom.
"I will just pretend I have not seen anything and walk out quietly." The teacher remarked to no one in particular as he packed up his things ready to go the next class.
"Sir," I stopped him from leaving the classroom, "don't you think they are pathetic?" I pointed at the direction of my classmates, "I mean there's nothing to look at!"
The history teacher chuckled, before he replied "Teenage hormones and boys' school, what do you expect with a combination like this? When I was your age I was even worse than your classmates, I would skip classes just to look at girls."
Before I could reply the teacher quickly left the classroom, I suppose he did not want to deal with a bunch of teenage boys with raging hormones.
I had enough of this madness, feeling an urge to talk some sense into my classmates I shouted (the classroom was extremely noisy), "What the hell, man? There is nothing to look at! Why are you all gathered by the windows? You are behaving as if you have never seen a girl before. Pathetic!"
"It's not because we are pathetic, it's because you have no hormones!" One of my classmates shouted back.
"You have zero testosterone!" Another classmate snorted.
I suddenly felt an urge to prove to my classmates that I do have testosterone, even if the method of proving made no sense whatsoever. I decided to abandon my last remnant of sanity and joined in on the madness, I approached the crowd and glued my face to the window, to look at some fully-clothed girls.