Yeah.... You Are Definitely Five Cents Short of a Poptart

Yeah… We Are Definitely Five Cents Short of a Poptart

Soooo even though senior year is completely awesome, Eleventh grade is still my favorite. Yeah everybody says junior year is the hardest and yes in a way it is hard, but compared to sophomore year, it was smooth sailing for me. Needless to say my sophomore year, I was hapless. That was the year that me and my current best friend, really became best friends. And no I’m not talking about Alex Cobb. Shelby and I had met freshman year through a mutual friend and we were kinda friends than, I guess. Honestly I thought she was a little weird. We didn’t talk sophomore year so we kind of forgot about each other until another mutual friends birthday party, where we realized we had so much in common. On the first day of school, I was terrified. I had no idea what was going to happen this year. Luckily I knew my first period teacher, so first period was fine. As I was walking to physics, that’s when the fear kicked in. But once I walked in the door and saw Shelby, the fear just kind of went away for a little bit. That was the beginning of the most epic physics class ever, even though that would be disputed by every other physics class in the school at the time. Dr. R was an epic teacher. He was a giant (not kidding he was like 6’8”) and seemed to be omnipresent all over the school. The man could seriously move. Looking at me, you wouldn’t believe that I can be gregarious and the most sarcastic sassy person. But when Shelby and I are together in a class, it’s always fun.  Soo just for this post, I’m going to be saying (and explaining) a lot of inside jokes. Honestly, these comments and jokes made my last “non-slack” science class actually bearable. And with as much shit we gave Dr. R, he would just give it right back to us and we could never manage to discomfit him. 

So my title… yeah there is a story behind it. Every day at the beginning of Physics, Shelby and I would go on “field trips.” We would just come in and say “Dr. R field trip!” and he would just nod or on occasion have us get him something. Yeah “field trips” was our term for going and raiding the vending machine and every now and then we would requite him with his favorite candy. That whole thing started after we importuned him constantly to go. Ok so back to the poptart story… One day we were about to go on one of our trips after a test and Shelby could only find 95 cents of the dollar she  needed for her brown sugar poptart. So after asking me, she asks Dr. R if he had five cents and he asked what it for was for. Her response was of course “A POPTART!” What came out of Dr. R’s mouth is even to this day a joke we still use today.  “Shelby you are seriously five cents short of a poptart!” Yes it does sound like an insult but it was said in a sarcastic manner. So now when we can’t remember something or we do something completely stupid we tell each other that we are definitely five cents short of a poptart.

Soooo “the loop.” That was Dr. R’s analogy I guess to us actually getting the material or not getting the material. If you got what we were doing you were in “the loop.” And if you didn’t get it you were out of the happy little loop. So you know how physics is like crazy hard? Well at least to me it is sometimes. ANYWAY…. Shelby and I spent a majority of the class out of “the loop” until we figured it out. In fact we were sometimes so confused that we just started saying that we had a vacation house outside of it…. on Mars. It was pretty awesome. And Dr. R just played along. Like seriously, he was the coolest teacher I had ever had.  We bonded over our love of Chicago food, and he let us write on all the walls the last week. Little did we know it was because he was leaving to move back to Chicago and the room was being repainted. All of his former students had literally became espoused to him and I feel bad for the younger generations that didn’t get to experience having this awesome guy as a science teacher. His teaching style was impeccable and I have yet to find a science teacher with a love of science tantamount to Dr. R. No science teacher could ever fix the irreparable hole in the heart his students had for him.   He was a total nerd but at least he was a cool nerd.

BTW: My song choice was chosen because of the video that Dr. R let us watch repeatedly when studying  about friction. You can guess what was being shown. The song got stuck in my head.

Junior Year Song: Another One Bites the Dust by Queen