Week 3- Post 1- Taryn

Now, this may seem like an inappropriate comparison, but I'm gonna go for it. (Forgive me for my insomnia and restless brain.)

When I went to visit my school, I was also shocked at how small the little stinkers were. I felt more like I'd walked into an elementary school before realizing that I thought I was "mature" in eighth grade. (HAHA- yeah right!) Their fashion sense did seem to reflect that of many college students as well, but I was more amused by the situations going on around me rather than their attire. Here are some of the conversations/actions I saw occurring in my brief five-minute hallway observation.

Dialogue 1:

"Mr. Huffman- you're my friend. HAHAHAHA. Isn't that funny?! You're my frieeeeeeeeeeeeend Mr. Huffman. Don't you looooove having me in your class 'cause I'm your friend. HAHAHA."

"No, Ashley*, I'd rather just be your teacher, thanks."

"HAHAHAH! Ohhhhh well. I'm still your friend Mr. Huffman. I have to get to my bus though...BYEEEEE! HAHAHAHA!"

Situation 1:

Lone shoe in hallway on ground. Student picks up missing shoe, starts to hysterically laugh, then proceeds to chuck it at nearby boy. Boy gets hit in back with shoe. Boy turns around, picks up shoe, chucks shoe up at ceiling. Boy and all friends burst into laughter. Another student picks up shoe, carries it over to teacher, starts hysterically laughing at the fact that someone is missing a shoe. Teacher takes shoe from student, thanks student, returns to class.

Now the clothing that the students were wearing was not the only thing similar to college students in these examples. The students seriously act like they're little drunkies. I'm not trying to be funny here either; think about how many times you've watched an intoxicated college student make an idiot of himself by his immaturity or infatuating amusement with the stupidest of objects or conversation topics. This is exactly what the middle school hallway reminded me of. We talked about how the brain is developing so strongly at this point in their lives, and it really makes sense now. They're hyper, attention craving, exploratory students who act just like the bar-goers of West Lafayette. Isn't it sad to realize that so many people you know basically allow their brain to spend every weekend as if they were in middle school? When people drink that much, it's as if they lose enough brain power to the point where they could be considered an 8th grader. Sober up, classmates, because in three weeks we'll begin to have to deal with the miniature versions of Harry's customers, and it won't be fun unless we know how to handle them properly!