In reply to mtn :
Steve_Jones said:
Hah I remember those...not only from my days at school, but also from driving past one nearby a couple days ago!
Steve_Jones said:
They had these at my junior high school, and I was so happy when I had classes in them. They were the only air conditioned classrooms at the school.
Just another way Xers are the toughest. We didn't get to go to brand new schools that the statehouse had to sign off on as aid or else we'd never get them. We were in the trailer. Kid Rock was teaching. We didn't learn the Pythagorean theorem. We learned how to DJ and chug whiskey. One computer for the whole school and it was a Texas Instruments.
In reply to GCrites :
Or our schools were pushing a hundred, complete with lead paint and asbestos ceiling tiles.
In reply to Appleseed :
Our city has a freshman high school campus and we get to vote on sinking $85 million into fixing it up. Our property taxes are obscene and this will hurt as I head into retirement.
We had portables back in the 70s. That was at a time when the schools were so crowded that I had to be at the bus stop by 6 AM. My classes ended at 12:30 so that the afternoon sessions could start. That's right, the schools had two shifts. Double sessions.
That was 1968. King and Bobby Kennedy assassinations. Nixon elected. Riots. At Kent State students were shot by the National Guard while protesting against the Vietnam war. I was facing the prospect of getting drafted in a few years.
Sure, that was a tough time, but my dad graduated high school in 1943, and by fall of 1945 a bunch of his classmates were dead.
Everyone has had it tough. Nothing new there.
edit- sorry, forgot about the meme. Here's one of my favorite Norman Rockwell paintings. I think it's title is The Gossip.
Appleseed said:In reply to GCrites :
Or our schools were pushing a hundred, complete with lead paint and asbestos ceiling tiles.
Our high-school band room had a big skylight and lots of acoustic tiles. You could sit there and watch the fibers from the ceiling tiles float around. Turned out they had loads of asbestos in them. Remarkably our school was a breeding ground for a bunch of pro jazz musicians. Go figure.
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