by
Van Halen
World Turns Black and White,
Pictures in an Empty Room.
Your love starts fallin' down,
Better change your tune.
Reach for the Golden Ring,
Reach for the Sky,
Baby Just Spread Your Wings -
We’ll get Higher and Higher,
Pictures in an Empty Room.
Your love starts fallin' down,
Better change your tune.
Reach for the Golden Ring,
Reach for the Sky,
Baby Just Spread Your Wings -
We’ll get Higher and Higher,
Straight
on Up We’ll Climb.
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In the late spring of 1987, my friends and I were mere
months away from matriculation. As Seniors, we were antsy. That sense of
anxiousness manifested itself in a lot of ways. Mostly, it made us creatively
obnoxious. It also affected those poor teachers who were eager to dump us out
into the world.
RHS had eight class periods with a staggered schedule.
Seniors attended class from first to seventh periods while undergrads went to
school from second to eighth period. With extracurricular activities equally
available to all students, this left the seniors with 45 minutes of free time
at the end of each day.
A mixed group of friends, including Eric Yavitch, Dennis
Macy and Larry Thompson often gathered in the Compass Business room during 8th
period. The Business Room was located behind room 308 and was only accessible
by passing through room 308 itself. During 8th period, Mrs. Starner
taught English in room 308, which meant that if we wanted to go to the Business
Room, we’d have to pass through Mrs. Starner’s classroom.
While she conducted class, we were busy being seniors. We
talked about cute Sophomore girls we were either screwing or trying to screw.
We also made plans for summer vacation and for college in the fall. We were
also doing anything that didn’t involve actual schoolwork
We joked and laughed while Mrs. Starner attempted to teach
her students. Invariably, someone in the Business room was trying to get a note
to one of the girls in room 308 or someone in room 308 was trying to get a pass
out of Mrs. Starner’s English class to “do an interview for Compass or News
Center 87, the RHS TV news program with which most of us had some sort of
connection. Mrs. Starner was patient enough, as our conversations often drifted
into her room and interrupted her teaching.
One day, however, she’d had enough as she marched over to
the Business room door, poked her head inside and politely said, “alright boys,”
as she pulled the door shut.
Still, the door’s window allowed us to continue wreaking
havoc on her class. Larry Thompson casually placed a small metal trash cylinder
in the center of the business room and got on top of one of the business room’s
school desks. It was pushed against the wall, out of public view. Larry smirked
as he unzipped his pants.
For the students outside, they could not see what he was
doing. Then, he proceeded to pee into the basket from 3 feet up and 3 feet out.
A stream of bright yellow urine drew an arc across the open
window like some magnificent public fountain as it flowed into the metal trash
can, It made that singular sound that only a constant stream hitting aluminum
could make. As the bottom of the cylinder filled, the sound changed from a
hollow tinkling to a full on flow of liquid from one container (Larry Thompson)
to another (the tiny metal trash can sitting in themiddle of the Compass
Business Room).
Students laughed as Larry quickly zipped up and jumped off
the desk. Without skipping a beat, he tied the plastic liner into a knot and
lifted the bag out of the cylinder.
A large reservoir of yellow liquid coalesced in one corner
of the bag. Larry proceeded to haul the bag through room 310 as Mrs. Starner
continued to teach her English class. She paused as he pardoned himself and
proceeded through the classroom, trash bag in tow. He lugged the bag to the
boys’ restroom and quickly threw it away. He returned a short time later and we
all laughed as he casually sat down and started working on something for the
Compass.
The next morning, Mr. Coffman did something he rarely did as
he stood at the head of the class and addressed us directly.
“Starting today, the Compass Business room will be locked
during Mrs. Starner’s 8th period English class and nobody will be
granted access to the Business Room until her class ends. Are there any
questions?”
Nobody said a thing. When Mr. Coffman was upset, nobody
dared challenge his authority.
“Since that’s all taken care of, let’s get back to work.”
Mr. Coffman resumed his normal position behind his desk as
we worked on our stories. There is no telling how the conversation went between
the two teachers that shared rm. 310. Most likely, there was quite a bit of head
shaking and quiet disbelief.
However, that would not be the last time we haunted Mr.
Coffman or Mrs. Starner. We felt it was our duty to leave a legacy that would
endure. We’d wind up as anecdotes overheard in the conversations of retired
Reynoldsburg teachers long after we graduated. Mr. Coffman, however, took it
all in stride as he gently shook his head.
“Only the names and faces change,” he’d always say as he
shared anecdotes of students and classes long gone.
We tried to stand out like no other class, but Mr. Coffman
had seen it all before. Only the names and faces had changed.
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