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It appears there is a story that I haven't told my roommate. The sad fact however, is that upon learning this I related the entirety of the episode, and as she reads this she shall roll her eyes at yet another Sarah story that she has heard a second time. Sorry Paige.
So here's the story of the one and only successful protest of my life. It involves my friend Peter Rehm.
Peter, like myself and the majority of the people in somewhat hard classes was a good kid. We good kids were above the rules. Since we didn't usually burn schools down, we got away with stuff like not having hall passes and were accustomed to never being a recipient of diciplinary action. This was until we got a new principal senior year, Dishmon, also known as Dish rag Dish dick and whatever we somewhat lame high schoolers could think of.
One day Dishdick was patrolling the Cafeteria, and noticed Peter, who on account of our horrendous overcrowding, had jumped up on top of a table in order to get to the other side. Rather like the chicken, except he took what could be termed the Chicken's overpass. Dishmon told him to stay in his seat.
Peter, somewhat shocked that Dishdude has spoken to him, returned to his seat for about fifteen minutes, and assumed that it had been a general command like "be a good boy and not jump on the table again while I'm watching." So when he got up to get some more food, he was shocked when Dishdick stopped him and demanded, "What are you doing, I told you to stay in that seat, you must now sit there for the remainder of the week." For some reason I believe this was a tues; there was quite a bit of week left.
Anyway, Peter did sit there the next day, but around him his friends were all standing wearing signs that said "we stand for Pete, cause Pete can't stand" we numbered probably about fifty in all. Rediculously enough the principal threatened diciplinary action upon Peter, before realizing that Pete had done nothing objectionable. He returned to his office and never patrolled the lunchroom while we were students again.
Ha. We win
(Kudos to Caitlin who pioneered that statement)
So here's the story of the one and only successful protest of my life. It involves my friend Peter Rehm.
Peter, like myself and the majority of the people in somewhat hard classes was a good kid. We good kids were above the rules. Since we didn't usually burn schools down, we got away with stuff like not having hall passes and were accustomed to never being a recipient of diciplinary action. This was until we got a new principal senior year, Dishmon, also known as Dish rag Dish dick and whatever we somewhat lame high schoolers could think of.
One day Dishdick was patrolling the Cafeteria, and noticed Peter, who on account of our horrendous overcrowding, had jumped up on top of a table in order to get to the other side. Rather like the chicken, except he took what could be termed the Chicken's overpass. Dishmon told him to stay in his seat.
Peter, somewhat shocked that Dishdude has spoken to him, returned to his seat for about fifteen minutes, and assumed that it had been a general command like "be a good boy and not jump on the table again while I'm watching." So when he got up to get some more food, he was shocked when Dishdick stopped him and demanded, "What are you doing, I told you to stay in that seat, you must now sit there for the remainder of the week." For some reason I believe this was a tues; there was quite a bit of week left.
Anyway, Peter did sit there the next day, but around him his friends were all standing wearing signs that said "we stand for Pete, cause Pete can't stand" we numbered probably about fifty in all. Rediculously enough the principal threatened diciplinary action upon Peter, before realizing that Pete had done nothing objectionable. He returned to his office and never patrolled the lunchroom while we were students again.
Ha. We win
(Kudos to Caitlin who pioneered that statement)