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.
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?