(Copyright 1998. All rights reserved.)

The Tattoo

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

October 5, 1998

Our schools are a construction zone

-- Third of a Series --

Friday, Sept. 18, 1998
High school, the best four years of my life!
Well, that rumor is coming to an end, and pretty
quickly for that matter. How am I supposed to
enjoy my high school career when I can't even
find my way to classes?

This renovation project is completely throwing
me off track. Try to imagine yourself as a
frightened 14-year-old trying to overcome
puberty while being shoved into a school filled
with adults with fully grown beards. I mean,
that's horrifying enough already, isn't it?

Now on top of all that I have to worry about
finding my way around the school. They should
just send us to boot camp. And not only that,
but by the time we catch the drift of things we
are shipped out and moved off to different

Not only is the renovation making me get lost,
but it is also annoying me during class. Just
the other day I had to complete a test in all
this racket because of the renovation. And in my
math class we always have to repeat ourselves 4
or 5 times because the teacher can't hear us
over the construction.

Overall, I despise the construction work. I
highly doubt that the results are going to be
worth the three years of havoc that the students
have to put up with. But then again, there is
nothing I can do about it so I guess I am just
going to have to deal with it like everyone else
for now.
-- Irene Sitilides, fresham, Bristol Central
High School

Friday, Sept. 18, 1998
I was poking at something on my styrafoam lunch
tray with a 
little plastic fork and just beginning to worry
about  the
Italian test next period.

A friend of mine turned to me slowly and said:
"Has it occurred
to you yet that we could very well be breathing
asbestos they're removing in the renovation?"

I said: "I have reflexive verbs and this
artificial steak
sandwhich to contend with just now...no health
issues, please."

She said: "Think about it, it just can't be

I said: "I  have. It can't. You're right."

She said: "So what do you think of it?"

I said: "I think that if I breathe deeply near
the English hall I
may escape a foreign language quiz..." 

She said: "Oh."

And then she moved to another table.
-- Joe Wilbur, junior, Bristol Eastern High

Friday, Sept. 18, 1998
I am in study hall trying to read a short story
for lit class. I have read and reread the same
line about six times. I sigh, slam my book shut
and realize there is no way I can concentrate.
Being on the lower level, the classrooms don't
have ceilings, just metal roofs that magnify the
sound of everything. The rustling of chairs and
books on concrete only increases the noise
level, and because of all this noise there is no
way anyone can concentrate or do any homework.
Teachers try to yell above the noise but it is
no use, it just adds to it. Although I know the
construction will last only a few years, it
won't be done soon enough.
-- Bethany Raffanello, freshman, Bristol Eastern
High School

Friday, Sept. 18, 1998
It's 1:30, and it's the end of another steamy
September afternoon
at good old B.C.. The heat is intensified by the
fact that this
construction nonsense has segregated the hall
I'm in, stagnating
the already humid air. I drift into an
uncomfortable doze, but,
unfortunately, wake up seconds later.

Now to worsen the situation, I have yet another
"asbestos headache." It feels as though two men
in hard hats are
standing on either side of me, taking turns
bashing my skull
deeper and deeper into my desk....

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, my
headache vanishes, and
two construction workers pass by my classroom,
with their hard
hats and hammers, off to give some other poor
kid their headache.
And I wonder if I'm not dreaming all this, too.
-- Amanda Lehmert, senior Bristol Central High

Tuesday, Sept. 22, 1998
While you are walking down the hallways you
can't help but notice the depressing mood you
are forced into. The dark hallway engulfs you
and saddens your soul. You are pushed into a dim
room waiting to work, yet anticipating the sound
of the bell at the end of class. Perhaps you
can't wait until you get out of the dreary room
to see the light of day. As you work, you may be
disturbed by the rustle of desks being moved
around in the classroom above you. You may find
it hard to concentrate because of the noise.

As the freshman class stepped into the polished
floor of a Bristol Eastern High School hallway
they could not help but notice the renovations.
The cement floors and the rooms without
ceilings. It may not effect you individually,
but I'm sure that there are some students who
are feeling the effects. Many students believe
that the renovations are an inconvenience now,
but will help the school in the long run.
-- Shaunte Miller-Ligon, freshman, Bristol
Eastern High School

Wednesday, Sept. 23, 1998
STUDENT:"So...when exactly are we going to use
TEACHER:"Well, actually, Geometry is used in a
lot of everyday 
STUDENT: "So, 'engineer' is an everyday
occupation these days?"
TEACHER: "You see, it's a common misconception
that only engineers use geometry. Why, the men
working at the school renovations need a
strong grounding in geometry to go about their
STUDENT: "So what you're trying to tell me is
that you can use geometry to do things loudly
and over budget, inconveniencing everyone?"
TEACHER:"Um...not exactly. Okay, let's try this
-- Joe Wilbur, junior, Bristol Eastern High

Wednesday, Sept. 23, 1998
Bristol Eastern High School construction has
made achieving education impossible. Two halls
have been blocked off, and signs are posted
everywhere informing staff and students of the
inherent dangers. Of course, this is just a
waste of paper since the noise level is enough
of a declaration in itself. For instance, I was
walking my friend to class this morning and the
workers were so disruptive that we couldn't even
hear each other's talk. Trying to get around
teachers strolling shopping carts is also an
ever-increasing hassle, as well as an
embarrassment for teacher and student alike. The
only way of coping is to take the environment
with humor and play "Guess the Interruption."
-- Merissa Mastropiero, junior, Bristol Eastern
High School

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