This school is old.
Things found in the storage rooms attached to the rarely-used AV room:
*An assortment of giant wall maps dating from the early 1950s. The maps of Japan weren`t so different except for relatively tiny population estimates, but the map of Africa was almost completely unfamiliar. (Nyasaland? Haute Volta?)
*A souvenir pamphlet from the 1970 Apple Blossom Festival, a record of the Wenatchee High School Chorus`s 1970 concert, and a Chelan County informational booklet that looks about the same age
*Two record players, boxes of thick, heavy records, and a rattly glass cabinet to store them in
*Gigantic video recorders, cassette players, projectors, and other heavy, clunky devices with unknown purposes.
*Spools of inky black tape, random lenses, odd-sized lightbulbs, and other accoutrements for the various machines.
*At least 50 chairs; perfectly ordinary chairs just like ones used in all the classrooms, but made completely unnecessary by the fact that we have a surplus of nicer, newer chairs
*A chalkboard with a time schedule full of teachers’ names that no one had ever heard before
*A sealed box that had “Entrance Examinations” “Important” and “Secret” written all over it in threatening letters
*A desk with a gigantic penis etched deeply into its surface
*Moldy, empty suitcases
*Grungy old cabinets, a broken set of shelves, a lectern that appeared to have had a foot put through the side of it
*A folder titled 勝利の記録, “Record of Victory” containing records that I`m told are inspirational/patriotic recordings from WWII
*A thick album full of slides from the 1964 Tokyo Olympics
The last two things went onto a shelf in another room, while all the rest of it was thrown away. Records, gadgets, furniture, papers, all went into the dumpster. I considered saving a cabinet that was lovely and old and scratched to hell, but didn`t have anything to keep in it; I was relieved when the pottery teacher decided to take it. The maps were also tempting, but I ended up taking nothing. Everyone agreed that it was a waste to throw all this stuff away, but none of us could use any of it. No one could recall ever touching any of the stuff in that room before this cleaning project started. We tossed around the idea of putting some of it up for auction online, but in the end no one could be arsed to do so. Thus, into the dumpster it all went.
*An assortment of giant wall maps dating from the early 1950s. The maps of Japan weren`t so different except for relatively tiny population estimates, but the map of Africa was almost completely unfamiliar. (Nyasaland? Haute Volta?)
*A souvenir pamphlet from the 1970 Apple Blossom Festival, a record of the Wenatchee High School Chorus`s 1970 concert, and a Chelan County informational booklet that looks about the same age
*Two record players, boxes of thick, heavy records, and a rattly glass cabinet to store them in
*Gigantic video recorders, cassette players, projectors, and other heavy, clunky devices with unknown purposes.
*Spools of inky black tape, random lenses, odd-sized lightbulbs, and other accoutrements for the various machines.
*At least 50 chairs; perfectly ordinary chairs just like ones used in all the classrooms, but made completely unnecessary by the fact that we have a surplus of nicer, newer chairs
*A chalkboard with a time schedule full of teachers’ names that no one had ever heard before
*A sealed box that had “Entrance Examinations” “Important” and “Secret” written all over it in threatening letters
*A desk with a gigantic penis etched deeply into its surface
*Moldy, empty suitcases
*Grungy old cabinets, a broken set of shelves, a lectern that appeared to have had a foot put through the side of it
*A folder titled 勝利の記録, “Record of Victory” containing records that I`m told are inspirational/patriotic recordings from WWII
*A thick album full of slides from the 1964 Tokyo Olympics
The last two things went onto a shelf in another room, while all the rest of it was thrown away. Records, gadgets, furniture, papers, all went into the dumpster. I considered saving a cabinet that was lovely and old and scratched to hell, but didn`t have anything to keep in it; I was relieved when the pottery teacher decided to take it. The maps were also tempting, but I ended up taking nothing. Everyone agreed that it was a waste to throw all this stuff away, but none of us could use any of it. No one could recall ever touching any of the stuff in that room before this cleaning project started. We tossed around the idea of putting some of it up for auction online, but in the end no one could be arsed to do so. Thus, into the dumpster it all went.