8th graders

When I think of silly, the first thing that comes to mind are the silly things that occurred at lunch today. As you may know, the 8th graders did their annual visit of Apollo today. Just around the time it was set for them to leave, it was time for Bryson Young and myself to be at lunch, which we were. Sadly, their buses had not arrived and they had all of our special young visitors had to wait in the area between the dome and commons area. As we ate our lunch Bryson and I continuously waved our hands at them, but to no avail because their hands remained motionless. We promptly through our trays away, and proceeded to be silly. We began to walk amongst the crowd of youngins' acting like we were one of them, asking what period we would be back at Burns, talking about teachers, gossiping with them and the like. We then continued on to ask the young ladies for their phone numbers, to which we were left fruitless. Before we had gotten to know our new friends properly their buses had arrived and we were left once again, alone, to our devices. We could see our new companions on the buses outside of the dome. We continued to wave at them and before we knew it, were putting on a show for them. We used the brick area under the windows as a curtain and began to play mime games with them, screaming, and having fun. The entire dome was watching us. As the buses began to pull away onto the horizon we ran with them parallel in the dome. Them driving away and us, unwilling to let them go, running with them. Before we knew it they were gone, and we were left to sob at the absence of our scantly forgotten compadres. Quite a silly lunch.