Vanish, Ye Visitors!
Catherine Summa '14
The fog rolls in, the air grows colder, leaves change color, and the Commons Cookies disappear, all faster than you can say, “Do we have X period?” It’s that time of year again, time for eighth grade visit days. As the hallways turn from two orderly lanes to a jumble of lost young’ns trying to stay with their tour guides, the mess of people makes the freshmen hallway behavior seem normal. Parents walk noisily past focused classes and peek their heads into filled rooms for just a little too long. What is the worst part about these days, you ask? Well, let me tell you.
Every Wednesday, I arrive at school twenty minutes early only to find that:
A) The street parking has been filled since 7 AM.
B) Someone has taken my spot in the garage (AND their car does not have a parking permit. Ms. Levine, I think you need to start administering detentions to the visiting parents).
C) I should have walked to school from Burlingame because that would have been faster than strolling to school from my parking spot.
D) The average height of 8th graders has decreased by half a foot since I began attending SI wish everyone luck fending off the miniature grade school children in visits to come—you might need it one day. Just remember: be patient because you were just like them once. Wait, who am I kidding? We were always this cool.
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