In honor of April Fools Day, (a.k.a. the second worst day to live in a junior high... the very worst being Valentines Day) I thought I would share the story that I have been using to keep kidlets awake in my classes since moving into my current classroom a few (actually, more than a few) years ago. Enjoy!
You have all
heard the tales of terror about the mammoth monster who haunts the ceilings of Cowtown’s
Junior High School. For years, his name has struck fear into the hearts of the
‘tweens who walk these halls. You know that, in this school, you are never
alone, you are always being watched. Earl
is always there, waiting.
You know
that Earl lives in the ceilings of the school, usually above this classroom, or
near Mr. Hanks classroom. You know that he is a huge, mutated badger with a
taste for human flesh…preferably the fleshy feet of 7th and 8th
graders. But what you don’t know, is how he got that way.
Earl
actually started his life as an almost normal badger cub. The only thing that
set him apart from the rest of the cubs in his neighborhood was his abnormally long
sharp claws.
Earl’s family lived in a den in Budge Field, behind the old high school. He spent his early years living under the field, listening to the football players and track runners above him. He loved the smell of his sweaty tennis shoes, and the sound of their footsteps were his lullaby for his afternoon naps. That is where his love for middle school feet began.
When
Earl became a teenager, his parents sent him out into the world to build his
own den and make his own life.
Because he loved the sounds and smells of ‘tween athletes, Earl naturally wanted to make his home near a junior high.
Eventually,
he found a hole that led to the foundation of this building.
He
lived there happily for a few months, drinking kidlet flavored water than came
through the shower drains… like a junior high student sweat soup.
What Earl didn’t know about that delicious concoction was that there was more than foot sweat lurking in that used shower water.
Because
this was the early 1990’s, big 80’s hair styles were still extremely popular.
That meant that, when the kidlets showered after PE, they were also washing
gallons of toxic hair spray down the drains.
After
six months of drinking the toxic hairspray sludge, Earl started to mutate. He
started to grow at an alarming rate. By the start of the second semester in
1991, Earl had grown to the size of a large dog.
His
huge mutated body needed extra nourishment, kidlet soup just wasn’t enough
anymore. That was when Earl started going through the lockers during PE and
eating the shoes that had been left in the lockers.
The shoes
had soaked up a lot of junior high foot sweat, so they tasted delicious.
Unfortunately, most kids in the early 90’s wore Nikes… and Nikes in the 90’s
were really big and really bright… and really toxic. Eating the shoes just made
Earl bigger, meaner, and hungrier. By the end of the 1991 school year, Earl had
grown to the size of a small horse.
Then,
because of summer vacation, Earl’s food supply dwindled. There were a few
sports camps and volley ball practices in the gym, but there was never enough
shower soup or stinky shoes to fill him up. By the time August rolled around,
his constant hunger had left him mentally unbalanced.
When the
football season started, Earl couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into some sweaty
shoes. As soon as the players left the locker room, Earl emerged from his den
under the showers and started devouring every shoe he could see. He didn’t pay
much attention to what he was eating, until he ate one shoe that tasted extra
good. It was like eating a chocolate covered cherry or a jelly filled doughnut.
Earl was trying to figure out what had made that shoe taste so different and so
good, when he heard a scream.
Earl
suddenly realized that, he had been eating so quickly, he hadn’t noticed that
not all of the boys had left the locker room. He had accidently eaten a shoe
that was still occupied by a foot! Earl escaped just as the football coaches
came running in to see why their star kicker was screaming. Earl knew that
first taste of foot couldn’t be his last, he was addicted!
For the next
few years, Earl continued eating the feet of the BJHS footballs teams, which
explains why Burley football teams have such a reputation for being bad…it is
difficult to play football with when you are missing your feet!
Eventually
the school board voted to seal off Earl’s lair under the locker room. They had
hoped that he would move on and maybe build a den at one of the schools across
the river. Unfortunately, Earl only wanted to eat the feet of Bobcats. When he
no longer had access to the school’s foundation, he moved to the ceiling above
room 160. He would lurk there until half way through the class periods, when
the students started to doze off. Then he would creep down from the celing and
chew of the toes of the sleeping students.
When
I moved into this classroom in 2008, I had no idea that Earl lived here too
(although I did wonder why the teacher who taught was footless…). Then one day
during a particularly boring honors English lesson, the half-asleep class was awakened by a blood
curdling scream.
I
turned on the lights and looked around. That is when Spencer Atkins pointed to
an empty desk and shouted “Taniquia is gone!” Then Cara Hansen pointed to the
ceiling where a tile was missing.
The
kids climbed up into the ceiling, where they found the personal effects of
students who had gone missing over the years.
They even found a note from one of Earl’s former victims. The class formed a search party, but Taniquia was never seen again.
After that,
I tried to give slightly less boring lessons so the kidelts wouldn’t be so
tempted to fall asleep, because that is when Earl strikes. Every now and then,
though, he sneaks down and nibbles off the toes of a few people who dare to
doze. So watch your toes!
