The day we blew the school up
The old Moline High School, now an apartment building |
Our obstructed pipette became a feature of the After Dinner Club-Maroon Fellowship annual review show which did a sketch of why the school held a fire drill if Newquist and Holland were ever seen in the chemistry lab together. The sketch capitalized on the known fact that I smoked cigarettes and portrayed me as trying to light the oxygen gas experiment with a lit cigarette.
The chemistry lab was the source of many interruptions of the school day. A favorite prank was to create a rotten egg smell that would pervade the building and cause an evacuation until it was cleared of the odor. At a school board meeting a citizen asked why they bothered to clear the building; why not let the nasty little asses sit there and breathe the foul air they had created? The young speech teacher asked who would want to sit in a room and breathe air that smells like a particularly egregious fart. The young speech teacher received a letter of reprimand from the school board for saying the word fart in public, suggesting it was permissible to fart in public, but never to use the word. And where does that smart aleck get off using a word like egregious? The school board passed a resolution that the chemicals used in creating that odor be kept under lock and key. That was proven absurd as the odor became more frequent as its ingredients were smuggled in from the outside and placed in the ventilator shafts.
Times have changed. My spouse works at the high school. I have never heard her mention the school being emptied to clear it of a rotten egg smell. Nor for any chemistry experiments that went awry.
However, schools are alert for possible shootings, and long for the day when rotten egg smells were the biggest threat.