Lotsa Coffee...

[Roanoke]

Good God. The humanity. I'm on my sixth cup of coffee right now. I cannot seem to stop drinking the stuff. It's Gevalia Mocha artificially flavored coffee. I don't usually drink coffee so I guess I'm making up for it now. Goddam mis manos are shaking ahora mismo. No sleep for the caffeine poisoned.

[Roanoke]

C-O-F-F-E-E
Coffee is not for me
It's a drink some people wake up with
That it makes them nervous is no myth
Slaves to a coffee cup
They can't give coffe up

Aaahh... PVMS music class sure brings back old memories. Some fond, some not so fond.

So there.

[JaceMachine]

I'm adicted to caffeine, and coffe is the best source for me.

I can't make it through a single day without it! Or else: Migraine City!

[Roanoke]

Harvard apparently just concluded a study that says that coffee, and more importantly, caffeine, may have many positive medical benefits to you. Some of these benefits include:

1. Lower risk for diabetes
2. Lower risk of Parkinson's disease
3. Lower risk of colon cancer
4. Good treatment for headaches
5. Lower risk of cavities

It would seem that if one partakes in drinking six or more cups of coffee every day, one's risk of getting diabetes is reduced by 54% if you are male and 30% if you are female.

If you'd like to read the whole article, please click here:
content.health.msn.com/content/article/80/96454.htm

[bluemojo]

Roanoke said:

C-O-F-F-E-E
Coffee is not for me

HOLY SHIT I just had a flashback of Theo Brinkman throwing a chair at that the music teacher that made us learn that gay song at PVMS

[Roanoke]

I have a vague rememberance of this, too. However, I cannot remember what triggered him. I just know that it was FUCKIN' funny!

[Crimson]

I am thankfully not a slave to caffine or coffee. although i do drink a cup now and then but it has to have so much sugar and cream that the actual coffee flavor is gone.


Hey does anyone remember the ill fated "surge" soda. that was a great caffine drink.

[Roanoke]

Actually, I also remember Mr. Lenzi (my sixth-grade homeroom teacher) being prone to tossing things (which always had a way of being directed at me, through no fault of my own) because of a particular Jake Atkinson and his shenanigans. I wonder if the thought came to Theo to throw the chair in music class from Mr. Lenzi?

I seem to remember the song Jake sang that triggered Mr. Lenzi to his violent throwing frenzy (this incident forever labelled Mr. Lenzi, in my mind at least, as the Frenzying Lenzi) as having lyrics in it that went something like this:

Half past four and a tank full of gas,
We got our hands full of pussy
And our mouth full of ass.

(Don't remember hearing that one in music class!)

Mr. Lenzi uttered the unforgettable words, "Good God!" and proceeded to pound his fist into Jake's book, which had been closed and resting in his lap (Jake, of course, never had his book opened during class). This action essentially turned Jake's book into a makeshift catapult.

Jake had all these coins laid out on his book, and, thusly, they were propelled at high speed towards the chalkboard where they could be heard bouncing and ricochetting violently off of said chalkboard. Mr. Lenzi then proceeded to pick up and throw a chair, apparently just for added effect (God knows that with an indeterminable number of coins flying through the air and everyone ducking for cover, we weren't scared enough already).

I, of course, happened to be sitting about a foot or two from where the chair landed, and about all I could do was just sit there, thinking at the time that my life was flashing before me. The surrealism of the chair flying past me was just a little too much for a then sixth-grader to fathom.

On another occasion, we were carving pumpkins and I believe it was around the time that the safety knives first became popular (pumpkin carving knives with rounded rather than serrated teeth).

Mr. Lenzi was attempting to explain how to effectively use the knives but wasn't making much headway, considering that once again, Jake Atkinson was undermining his efforts by talking disrespectfully out of turn (Mr. Lenzi, like most other teachers out there, required complete silence while addressing his class).

Mr. Lenzi once again uttered the infamous words, "Good God!" By this point in time, the entire class had become trained (Pavlovian dog style) to duck for cover whenever these words of terror were spoken. As the words vacated his mouth, my eyes bugged out as I frantically tried to duck without drawing his attention. That was no easy task, though, as he was standing perhaps ten feet behind me. I dared not look behind me to assess my danger lest I should directly incur his wrath.

He grabbed the nearest pumpkin lid, and in a blind fit of rage, tossed it aimlessly through the room. As the pumpkin lid toppled through the air it glanced off the back of my head and then made a squashing sound as it plopped onto the ground. At this point, Mr. Lenzi made a beeline to Jake's desk and was spluttering out angry sentences at him so fast that it seemed as though he was speaking a different language.

I couldn't say anything at the moment because my heart was atwitter with fear. It had to have been skipping every second or third beat, I'm sure, thank you very much. The only thought I could keep coherently in my mind was "Jesus Christ, Mr. Lenzi just tried to take me down!"

I asked him later on why he had hit me in the back of the head and he said he had no memory of having done that. Go figure.

I wish I could say that I look back on those days nostalgically, but the truth is the man scared me half to death on dozens of separate occasions. He may have been a good teacher in many respects, but with as far as his temper went sometimes, I'm appalled that he was allowed to continue teaching. I would certainly hope that teachers of his type no longer populate public schools today, considering the laundry list of other problems that they're already plagued with.