(Copyright 1999. The Tattoo. All rights reserved.)

The Tattoo

--- Making a Permanent Impression Since 1994 ---

May 31, 1999

-- 13th in a Series --

Something fishy en route to lunch

Monday, April 5, 1999
Eastern is beginning to resemble a mythical futuristic
technology hall. The echoes, tracks of metal segments
running along the ceiling with small yellow caged
lights peeking in between, sounds of drills and rolling
carts from above and yellow warning bands scattered
across the school all add to the ambiance. It's almost
like spending your day in an abandoned sewer or
underground passageway.  It's rather scary, actually.
But, c'est la vie. It's our reality.
-- Merissa Mastropiero, junior, Bristol Eastern High
Wednesday, April 7, 1999
"Students should prepare themselves for the temperatures
throughout the building." This has been Eastern's
thematic statement for the year. But how are we suppose
to prepare, when the temperature of each section of the
school is a constant unpredictable mystery? Even more
boggling is the fact that the last couple of days, teachers
have had to open windows to let heat into the school.
Further, any effort made to raise temperatures are
affected mainly by massive gangs of teachers and
students whining to administration. I just pray for
springtime conditions bringing more amiable conditions.
-- Merissa Mastropiero, junior, Bristol Eastern High

Friday, April 9, 1999
Nearly eight months since construction started and the
third section of hallways are expected to be remodeled
sometime during spring vacation. This means schedule
changes and new locker assignments. I'm kind of use to
it by now, though, since my study hall room has
changed about four times in the last month.
-- Merissa Mastropiero, junior, Bristol Eastern High
Monday, April 26, 1999
An open letter:
Dear Contractors, I'll admit, we were skeptical. We
thought we might never get our chemistry lab back from
you hard-hat toting construction types. Heck, we decided
way back in November, when you extended the
December 1st return date a month, that it looked a little
hopeless. And then when you said it would be after
February break, we had to wonder. And of course, your
lackof consistency did trouble us a bit when you aimed
for April.
But boy were we surprised when the last week in April
hit and you called "Phase 1" of our nine phase process
complete with a capitol "C". Wow.
I have to tell you, other kids still have doubts. But we're
not worried. So what if our chemistry lad has no running
water? Who cares that the counters don't have tops, and
there aren't chairs to sit on? And it doesn't even bother
us that all you've appeared to have done is paint the
walls a brighter shade of white! We love it!
Thanks so much for our chemistry lab. The waiting was
(and still is) worth it.
--  Amanda Lehmert, senior, Bristol Central High School

Wednesday, May 12, 1999
While taking a quiz on The Great Gatsby in English
class, in the new hallway, what do we hear over our
teacher's voice? The voices of freshmen girls next door,
arguing over who's the cutest boy. Oh, now they've
quieted down, but we hear the theme song of "Dirty
Dancing."  I don't know what kind of modern, state-of-
the-art walls we've got now, but I can hear more than
before the renovations.
-- Hila Yosafi, junior, Bristol Eastern High School
Friday, May 14, 1999
When I sat down to take the very important U.S. History
Advanced Placement exam (which, if I do well, could
save me money and time in college) at my assigned seat
next to the window, I saw the light.

But this was a bad light.  The sun shone in my eyes, as
well as everybody else in my row for the almost 4 hours
of this rigorous exam. I wonder how many schools in
the nation where students took this exam that morning
took it in a room full of windows with no blinds?

Someone should have taken the responsibility to at least
tack up some bed sheets like some of our teachers are
forced to do. With the millions spent on renovations,
why can't we spend mere hundreds on blinds for a better
learning environment? On top of that, there were a
couple of false fire alarms (from the construction
workers, probably) while we were finishing the test.
-- Hila Yosafi, junior, Bristol Eastern High School

Thursday, May 20, 1999
On the way to lunch:
ME: "Do you smell that?"
SHE: "It's not me."
ME: "I didn't say it was you."
SHE: "Good. Because it isn't."
ME: "Well what is it?"
SHE: "I donít know. It's ... fishy."
ME: "Do you think it's a conspiracy?
SHE: "No ... fishy. Like mackerel or bass. Really fishy."
ME: "Who's on first?"
SHE: "I hope it isn't lunch."
ME: "It can't be."
SHE: "It could be. Sure it could. Why not?"
ME: "Processed meat doesn't swim."
SHE: "You've never looked closely, have you?"
ME: "Stop this. Stop this now."

I'm not sure how it's possible, or why it's happened, but
somehow the leaking roofs and ceilings have filled the
halls with a faintly fishy smell. Not peculiar --literally

It's like an open air market, the wet insulation hanging
from the exposed walls of the corridors and puddles
swelling outside my English class. It's really sort of
distressing. But it's not the food.
-- Joe Wilbur, junior, Bristol Eastern High School

Click here to read the entire Life Under Construction series

Click here to submit your own construction journal