When you graduate from high school, you can stop there and have a high
school diploma. Same thing with college, same thing with grad school.
You stop with sixth grade and you really haven't accomplished much.
I guess
it's supposed to make the kids feel like they've accomplished something,
but it seems a little condescending. They know that they've achieved something;
they're moving onto another school. Why caps and gowns are required is
beyond me.
This time
of the year, usually school would be over. But if we were still having
classes, they would be throwaway days where we were basically just going
so the school district could claim we'd attended the requisite number
of days that year.
At this
time of year, wearing shorts and carrying a deck of cards became mandatory.
While there were a few teachers who wanted to finish things up
having a final exam, turning in a final essay most of them just
had a free day. We would either do something fun like watch a movie (educational,
of course) or would have a "party" which consisted of chips,
soda and card games.
In junior
high I learned a lot of card games I no longer play and on which I am
fuzzy on the rules. There was Spit, Golf, double Solitaire, War, gin,
poker, and of course Bullshit. Bullshit was the most fun for a large group
of people. You'd shuffle together as many different card decks as you
desired. Then you'd distribute all of them.
You'd go
around the circle clockwise and each person would put some cards down
in the pile and say how many cards and what suit they'd put down. But
you had to proceed in the order of the deck, so if the person behind you
put down jacks, you had to put down queens.
Now if somebody
didn't believe you, they could say, "Bullshit." Then you had
to show them your cards. If you had been telling the truth, they had to
take the entire pile. If you'd been lying, you had to take the pile. The
goal was to get rid of all your cards.
As you can
imagine, this simplistic game was popular if only because you got to say,
"Bullshit." Some of our teachers didn't like this language,
so we'd say "Bull" instead, muttering the second part under
our breath.
In junior
high, it was still the reign of vinyl. If you were lucky enough to have
a class in the music room, you were allowed to play records during these
"parties." I was extremely popular the day I brought in H2O
by Hall and Oates, the one with "Maneater" on it. Even Lance
Albertson, the popular, funny guy I had a crush on, paid attention to
me that day.
The last
day of school was always a bit bittersweet. I was happy for classes to
be over and looking forward to summer vacation. But I also knew it meant
I wouldn't see many of my classmates for several months. I spent much
of my summer riding my bike around town, going to the swimming pool or
hanging out with my brother.
They were
long, languid summers filled with greenspace, reading, family vacations.
But in the fall, part of me always looked forward to returning to classes,
to returning to new challenges.
And perfecting,
of course, my "Bullshit" abilities.
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