So although I was impressed and enthusiastic about this 10th grade course of study, I began to experience increasing trepidation as snippets emerged about the exhibition that was being planned for this end of project celebration. I strongly suggested that she invite her dad to this special event because I was pretty sure I was going to be very, very, busy with important things.
And yet, there I was. Standing before that poster up above, and being handed a piece of chalk with which to write my deepest fears. Puke!
Then I visited 4 stations, each with its own procedures and disclaimers. The first one was a maze in a dark room. Here is the disclaimer:
In other words: worst case scenario, hulk smash your way through the walls |
I had a personal escort through this first experience, whose delight in my fear increased my suspicion and anxiety right back up to level orange.
scary! |
I survived the maze, then went to the next stop:
Interestingly, I was actually wearing a blindfold when they showed me the sounds |
I wish I could tell you what I experienced in that room, but I'm a struct follower of rules.
Next was the invitation to try a virtual reality experience, which really was quite scary up until the incoming text flashed before my eyes: "hi it's dad, I'm in the maze." So I paused to deliver the message to the student who was in charge of scaring me.
Finally, the last stop - the scariest one of all:
No thank you. |
High school is different in 2016, isn't it?
Well it looks like the exhibit was a LOT of fun, if not necessarily my kind-of fun. I hate me some scary shit! No thank you!!
ReplyDeleteI feel pretty much the same way about 10th grade. Nope, thanks anyway.
Kind of genius how they paired the two up together. :)
You brave, J.
xo,
b
I would just say to them, "I'm sorry. I'm actively pregnant. And claustrophobic. And am about to have a panic attack for the ages. Sorry. Bye bye!"
ReplyDeleteHow intriguing! And scary. And how you have left us in the dark (heh heh) here! I want to know what was unpacked! And what's in the boxes! And what the mysterious factors were!
Ah, 10th grade. Just like I remember it . . . not.
Love the Dad story.
Congrats on your bravery!
xoxox
Ellie