Others will know their combo and after my help we are still unable to open it. Some will memorize it for several weeks and then show up with no idea what the combo is. It doesn't matter how many times you give them their combination, they are still going to forget it. Lockers are a tricky part of this environment. They have the same equipment (for the most part) and that they will get used to changing eventually. They cannot help but stare and then run and hide in a locker so they can figure out when they are gonna have "one of those." We explain to them that nobody is looking and that most of them are worried too. The hiders come racing around the corner and stop dead in their tracks like a deer in the headlights. The funny part is that there are always a couple exhibitionists who could care less who sees what and they will stand there completely naked and have a conversation like two old men waiting for a sauna. Others crowd the bathroom stalls, hide in the shower or squeeze behind the trash can in hopes that nobody will see them. One time, a kid stood outside my office and asked me to shut my door so I would see him change. When the kids change it amazes me to what length they will hide for privacy. I am sure his teachers wondered why he left a wet spot in each of his chairs. I saw him later in the day and asked him what he did about his underwear and he told me he just wore them and that they were still really wet. I stared at him and asked "so did you take your underwear off first?" He looked down and said, "no, I didn't think about that!" It was second hour. One day, I walked into the locker room to find a boy showering in his PE clothes. The best part is that they roll off and giggle at each other because somebody touched someone's weiner in the pile. This does not stop the rest of the boys as they will create a pile of bodies similar to a pile up of mangled vehicles on an icy road. Then they decide that they are going to sprint down the isle until they hit a puddle and they do a complete 360 in the air until their head hits the concrete bench and they are rendered unconscious. They regress to three years old and they splash, hop, scream, wail, and cry for the duration of their shower. Kids are required to shower only after swimming and when they do it's like a mosh pit of bodies shrieking like they have never taken a shower before. Unfortunately we have rules against consuming alcohol while teaching so alas, I must live with the taste until it flees on it's own. The combination of sweat and Axe burns my nose and mouth creating a cocktail of foulness that can only be removed by tomato juice and garlic mixed with 100 proof vodka. After class the sweaty boys come piling into the locker room walk right by the shower and douse themselves with body spray. For some reason, young boys think it is funny to see their clothing have the ability to stand by itself. Football season is the peak scent season. The girls locker room actually smells quite nice and is a refreshing change. Other teachers give me odd looks but I'm not sure if it is my locker room musk or if I am just funny looking to them. I however am used to it and often wonder if I smell like the locker room. The smell emanating from a boys locker room is a cross between dried sweat, Axe body spray and farts. These hallowed halls make young boys into men and make girls want to barf. The Locker Room, a sacred place in a young man's youth.
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