My School Rules! Your School Drools!

U.S.S. Shipwreck

2000-2400

My sea-monster bathroom is almost finished. The inversion has cleared and so gone are mornings of running while listening to the Dropkick Murphys, pretending it's a gloomy day in Dublin rather than a toxic day in Boise. I just finished a week of school and I think this semester is going to be a good one. I am doing my internship at Capital High and it is really fun so far. I am visiting about two or three different classrooms per day. In about two weeks I get to choose which one I want to finish out the semester in.

Yesterday, was a game day. Basketball. Capital vs. Borah. I went to Borah. I was in a classroom yesterday with a teacher who is also a passionate football coach. I explained that I graduated from Borah and so it was kind of weird to be in a place filled with black t-shirts adorned with bold letters reading, "BEAT BORAH." He said I could not return to his classroom ever again. I told him about my first day in boot camp when some senior chief guy pulled me aside soon after I arrived and confirmed that I was from Boise. He asked me what high school I went to. When I told him, he said, "I went to Boise. I hate Borah." I find it odd that I should be under attack so often due to my alma mater. In high school, I never went to pep rallies. I went to one football game but only as a photographer requested by one of the coaches. It was miserable. I don't know how I am supposed to respond to these people. I could care less about which team wins or loses. I don't think it is healthy to create such competative strife. Kids take it too seriously. The hatered stays with them through adulthood. That kind of thinking lends itself to intolerance to anyone outside of people just like you. I'll bet George W. still roots for his high school or at least advantageously understands that many people still hold beliefs that their high school teams are somehow more superior than their rivals.