Mrs. Scribe thinks she's in Hot H20 again! We've been having a "sexual revolution," of sorts, at Our Humble High School. Seems that students are engaging in the nasty during business hours.
The student newspaper chose to write about this increase in sexual traffic in our halls, on our field, under our bleachers (in both the gym and the football stadium) and-yes, Scribe Fans-even in our cafeteria. During lunch. Seems the young man was enjoying his cheeseburger, while the young woman was enjoying...
Oh, never mind. You get the picture.
At any rate, my journalistas editorialized against such wanton practices in our sacred school building. Two seniors got the assignment, and today's editorial started out in this fashion:
"Sex is like math: You add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs and pray you don't multiply. Although this equation seems accurate, it's not appropriate for the math hallway."
OK, a tad risqué. But true, nonetheless.
Just have to say that the prudes in the building are pouring out of the woodwork, faster than termites at a plywood convention! Your Humble Scribe has had one conference with an administrator & several e-mails. To mix metaphors here, doesn't look like the deluge will stop any time soon.
This convo is a good thing, though. Principal Man took our side in the debate. First Amendment & all that jazz. Also proves those old crones know how to read, right?