Is the sky falling? No, it's just the construction

Tuesday, October 13, 1998
Think. Think. Think. Writing can be so difficult
at times. I'm sitting in study hall on this
miserable Tuesday morning writing a piece for
the construction journal. I begin, "I haven't
been hearing much noise seeping out of the
forbidden caves of renovations, lately." Of
course, the "White-Out" gods choose to correct
me when a huge crash resounds from above. It
doesn't really matter what it was, just as long
as something is happening to the building.

We can't credit the construction workers for all
our dismal times during the school day, though.
There is the occassional stink bomb and gang of
impossible freshmen roaming the halls. But
construction does account for at least fifty
percent of our troubles. The other fifty percent
previously was reserved for the administrators.
-- Merissa Mastropiero, junior, Bristol Eastern
High School

Wednesday, October 14, 1998
I was near the tech wing, typing something.
That's simply where the best computers are. It
was raining, yet again, and, as I listened to
the principal warn us of the flooding, I noticed
that a small square patch of ceiling had fallen,
shattered in the hallway. It was soaked and
crumbling in its pile. You may take from these
things what you will.
-- Joe Wilbur, junior, Bristol Eastern High
School

Thursday, October 15, 1998
On my way to drama I noticed couples in the
hallway busy groping and couples fighting in
their raised, shrill voices and I remembered
that we were reading Biloxi Blues. I wondered
who would volunteer to read the part of the
prostitute and who would taunt her for it. I
passed a large and rather unattractive, sealed
off section of the building. Renovations. They'd
covered the partitions and thin walls with
student artwork, photographs. "Cute," I thought,
and knew that they were trying. You have to give
them credit where you can.

They're starting asbestos removal today,
ceilings and floors, at 2:05. I have after
school activities. I'm suddenly very afraid to
have after school activities. There's something
wrong there, VERY, VERY wrong.
-- Joe Wilbur, junior, Bristol Eastern High
School