Field Trip
Ahh, field trips. They bring back such terrible memories from childhood. Growing up in Vermont, I remember being subjected to the torturous tour that was the Shelburne Museum, a local attraction that showed how boring life was during the bygone days of yore. The thing that made this field trip terrible wasn't necessarily that the museum was boring (it was); it was the fact that we went there EVERY GRADE FROM KINDERGARTEN TO 6TH. Just thinking about the place still makes me shiver. I'm just trying to show the reluctance with which I agreed to chaperone our sophomore trip to Jackson State last Thursday.
We arrived at Jackson State at 10:30, earlier than trip leader, Counselor Curtis Humphrey expected. After a bathroom break, we headed to lunch at the school cafeteria. There, we stayed for over two hours, feasting on fried chicken and other delicious soul food. After our leisurely lunch, we had a tour of the gym, student center, and gift shop (of course). We also walked by the part of campus where different fraternities and sororities hang out in their designated areas. This was the setting of one of the funniest events of the school year.
Angelo Boykins, a boisterous man-child who has spent equal time entertaining and frustrating me with his misbehavior this year, bragged on the bus ride to JSU that he was, "Gonna get me a college honey, yo." I tried to dissuade him from this impossible task, but he assured me he would triumph. "You don't even know, Mr. Hebert." The truth was, neither of us could predict what would happen later on sorority row.
In the outdoor quad, there are special benches reserved only for the members of a certain frat or sorority. Feeling young and cocky, Angelo approached one of the benches, sure that these older college women would eat him up. He would regret this decision almost immediately. Before he even had the opportunity to spin any game, a tall woman with large, curly hair confronted him screaming. "No! Uh-uh! Get out of here! Leave! Get OUT!!!" The woman looked like a momma bear protecting her cub, and the look on Angelo's face was priceless. His eyes were the size of dinner plates and his body shook as he backed away from the woman and the benches. Female chaperones came rushing over to yell at Angelo, while all the students around him burst into simultaneous laughter. I was laughing right alongside them.
After Angelo recovered from this incident, I sidled up to him. "Any luck with the ladies yet, Angelo."
"Don't talk to me, Hebert."
Maybe I could grow to like field trips.
We arrived at Jackson State at 10:30, earlier than trip leader, Counselor Curtis Humphrey expected. After a bathroom break, we headed to lunch at the school cafeteria. There, we stayed for over two hours, feasting on fried chicken and other delicious soul food. After our leisurely lunch, we had a tour of the gym, student center, and gift shop (of course). We also walked by the part of campus where different fraternities and sororities hang out in their designated areas. This was the setting of one of the funniest events of the school year.
Angelo Boykins, a boisterous man-child who has spent equal time entertaining and frustrating me with his misbehavior this year, bragged on the bus ride to JSU that he was, "Gonna get me a college honey, yo." I tried to dissuade him from this impossible task, but he assured me he would triumph. "You don't even know, Mr. Hebert." The truth was, neither of us could predict what would happen later on sorority row.
In the outdoor quad, there are special benches reserved only for the members of a certain frat or sorority. Feeling young and cocky, Angelo approached one of the benches, sure that these older college women would eat him up. He would regret this decision almost immediately. Before he even had the opportunity to spin any game, a tall woman with large, curly hair confronted him screaming. "No! Uh-uh! Get out of here! Leave! Get OUT!!!" The woman looked like a momma bear protecting her cub, and the look on Angelo's face was priceless. His eyes were the size of dinner plates and his body shook as he backed away from the woman and the benches. Female chaperones came rushing over to yell at Angelo, while all the students around him burst into simultaneous laughter. I was laughing right alongside them.
After Angelo recovered from this incident, I sidled up to him. "Any luck with the ladies yet, Angelo."
"Don't talk to me, Hebert."
Maybe I could grow to like field trips.
posted by Joel Hebert at 4:40 PM
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