There's just something about school assemblies that make me simultaneously love and loathe them. The only good thing I can think of about them is shortened classes and a break from cramming our brains with information. Which, face it, is a huge benefit.
Despite their many benefits, assemblies have infinitely more downfalls.
Assemblies are only mildly entertaining, a third of the time. They are mostly filled with sad attempts of people trying be clever and witty. They fail. Epicly. And whose bright idea was it to cram over two thousand students into one room? The result is uncomfortable proximity to strangers and the general deafening rumble of hyperactive teenagers hollering with their friends.
The invasion of my personal space isn't the only discomforting aspect to assemblies. It is added to by the hard bright orange bleachers, and my feet when seated upon these monstrosities hover a good two inches above the floor. And speaking of feet, I often end up with a pair belonging to the miscreant seated behind me in the middle of my back.
I left one thing out. Have you ever been in a crowded hallway? Well, you haven't seen crowded till you've seen roughly two thousand students cramming themselves into one moving in the same direction. A salmon has an easier job swimming upstream then one would have trying to fight the flow of hormonal teenagers.
These are surely not all the shortcomings of an having an assembly, but there isn't enough room here to write them all. That would require a dissertation. I doubt anyone would want to read that, so, I won't bother to recount all the pitfalls.
No comments:
Post a Comment