One thing I will say about the video you are about to watch, featuring middle schoolers participating in a flash mob in order to say goodbye to their retiring principal, is that it is very sweet. At one point the principal says, “Oh no, not a flash dance!” and it is the cutest. His reaction is wonderful. But the second thing I’ll say about it is that it makes me VERY grateful to have attended middle and high school in a pre-YouTube era. Can you imagine the flash mobs and viral videos you’d have to be a part of at this point?! “Classroom 4B is bettter than classroom 4A Harlem Shake! #spiritweek.” That is a tweet YOUR TEACHER TWEETED, LINKING TO A VINE OF YOUR 6TH GRADE CLASSROOM DOING THE HARLEM SHAKE. Hahah. What I’m saying is all make believe, but it still makes me upset. “Everyone must report to the gym after school to learn the moves for Ms. Lindy’s flash mob, in order to raise funds for the school’s field trips.” I don’t know. I haven’t been in school for a while, but I know it would be awful!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (Though, like I said, it is very sweet.) (Sad to see you go, Mr. Principal!) (Via ViralViral.)

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  1. I was talking about this with my sister-in-law the other day: her little sister, who is still in high school, was telling her about how asking someone to prom has become this huge, elaborate thing–that you can’t just say “Hey, wanna go to prom with me?”, you have plan for it and make it a big deal, like it’s a public wedding proposal or something. This may be specific to her school, but it made me think of how everything has to be so YouTube-ready now.

    It also made me tired, and very, very thankful the internet wasn’t a big deal back in the dark ages when I was a teen.

  2. The internet is just making me cry today. Fave quote: “These kids will do anything to get out of class.” Aww…what a cute principal.

  3. i always have said that i’m glad i got out of high school/middle school before facebook was really a thing, i feel like seeing pictures of a party you weren’t invited to or a relationship status of a crush would just be the worst.

  4. True story: In 3rd grade I was in Mrs Hoffer’s class. Mrs Hoffer was vastly tall and high-energy and got very excited about every holiday and season change. Also, every morning she made us sing the national anthem while she played a little electric organ. She announced that her classes were always the best at the national anthem and that we would have to uphold this record in a traditional contest she had with the other 3rd grade teacher, Miss Fuerherm. Fuerherm was close to one trillion years old; she had bright white hair, shuffled along, never spoke, didn’t put up any decorations in her classroom, and was as close to death as anyone I’ve ever met to this day. Fuerherm was the teacher you desperately hoped you didn’t get assigned to on that last day of 2nd grade.

    Mrs Hoffer drilled us every morning — we sing the anthem through, then do it again if we weren’t on. She’d yell over her organ angrily, “Not good enough! YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO WIN! YOU’RE GOING TO EMBARRASS ME IF THIS IS WHAT YOU DO!” Some days she’d make us sing it 4 or 5 times. Once or twice she cut off playing entirely and stood glowering: “That was awful. Today was a setback. I hope you all feel ashamed. Your heart was not in it and anyone could hear that. Tomorrow? You walk in that door ready to try. I refuse to lose this contest. I lost one year — one. Do you really want to be the class that loses? Only the second class in the history of this school to lose to Miss Fuerherm’s class? To let me down?”

    So. After a grueling month the big day came. The music teacher, Mrs Windish, invited each class down to the music room separately to sing behind closed doors… She would announce the winner later…

    We won! We were so happy and relieved.

    A week after, I worked up the courage to ask my friend Steve what it was like to lose. He had the dread Fuerherm. How often did they practice, how grim was that day for them? He said, “We never practiced. Miss Fuerherm would announce it was Quiet Time, then prop our door open so we could just sit and listen to you guys practice across the hall. We laughed so hard at how crazy it sounded over there. Then when you were done she’d quietly close our door and start teaching.”

    #whywasiin3A? #Fuerherm #America

  5. Hingham is a nightmare of a town. Ultra-homogenous rich white elitist community. It’s also where Wahlburgers is. Just throwing in some context.

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