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61. Yokota Days
Jun. 4th, 2013 11:00 amThe boys and I were having a lot of trouble with the librarian at the south campus. One day, we had just taken our seats and she immediately comes to our table to read us the riot act. We were prepared and thought it funny. We stood back up and collected our belongings and headed to the library at the north campus, where we immediately broke out a chess set and started playing a game.
As it turned out. We were being watched, presumably by a school administrator at the behest of Ms. Sourpuss Librarian. We must have cast an impressive sight: schoolboys playing chess. He told us that we only need to keep it down at the other library, and he also tried to sell us on the school’s chess club. As I recall, Steve was actually a member.
However, I pooh-poohed the idea. It just was not a cool enough scene for a stud jock like me. The man even looked pitifully at me, staring at my acne-beaten face. I was at my height at the time, though, in terms of social status, but it was a flukey thing and Anglo adolescence was set to surpass my injun genes soon enough. No varsity football for me.
As it turned out. We were being watched, presumably by a school administrator at the behest of Ms. Sourpuss Librarian. We must have cast an impressive sight: schoolboys playing chess. He told us that we only need to keep it down at the other library, and he also tried to sell us on the school’s chess club. As I recall, Steve was actually a member.
However, I pooh-poohed the idea. It just was not a cool enough scene for a stud jock like me. The man even looked pitifully at me, staring at my acne-beaten face. I was at my height at the time, though, in terms of social status, but it was a flukey thing and Anglo adolescence was set to surpass my injun genes soon enough. No varsity football for me.
