It's not dandruff, it's just a little dust

Wednesday, Oct. 28, 1998
There's one thing about this construction that I
can't quite figure out. How, with a rule that
prohibits the wearing of coats in school, are we
supposed to avoid hypothermia in English class?
Believe me, it's hard enough to concentrate on
Mr. McMahon reading The Merchant of Venice with
my fingers turning blue and my teeth chattering
so loudly I can hardly hear it -- as if I would
have any clue as to what "sooth" meant anyway!
-- Natalie Minor, freshman
Bristol Eastern High School

November 4, 1998
Driving into the parking lot this morning, I
find that the entrance to the side lot is now
blocked off, that the front has a strip of dirt
separating it.  Wow, now I found that the
construction has found every possible way of
disrupting my life.  Not only must I make a
journey out of my trips to class, but  I also
must go off-roading to get to my parking space.
-- Collin Seguin, senior
Bristol Central High School

November 4, 1998
My day started off well. I was doing fine and
hadn't made any major mistakes. I was thinking
about how good I was doing when dust particles
started to fall on my head.

At first it was fine, but over and over again,
that was when it became a problem. After
thousands of particles flew into my hair my day
was ruined. On top of all of that, my hair was
dusty. 
-- Shaunte Miller-Ligon, freshman
Bristol Eastern High-School

November 4, 1998
Well, I'm in English, and about ready to act out
a "dumb show."  Now, this would be hard enough,
given my complete lack of acting talent, but now
the banging in the background has made it
impossible to hear my teacher's directions on
play. At least when my performance comes up
pitiful, I can just blame it on the
construction.
-- Collin Seguin, senior
Bristol Central High School