The Fiddler on the Roof Part 2

In case you haven't read it yet, here's part 1 of my rooftop escapades.
Well, unsurprisingly, I had to pay the piper for my rooftop expedition. Because two days later, I got a call slip from the Dean of Students, Mr. Caldwell. I walked down to his office and sat down. Looks like a teacher had heard about me on the roof and informed him.

Damn. Plus I got nobody to blame It's my fault that the teacher found out - I was the one bragging to everyone in Saturday School that I got up on the roof. And the teacher (Ms. Shea) just happened to overhear, and she was obligued to report it.

Mr.Caldwell made it clear what the punishment was - In-School Suspension and a call home. I tried to talk him out of the call home, but no luck. I walked back to my first period class, grabbed my books and my lunch, and went to the box (as portrayed in the picture above).

The box is a small room with two desks in it, a tie rack, and a bunch of other clothes and weird stuff the office has hanging around, like extra locks. There's a semifunctional one-sided mirror too, but it doesn't work too well. I can usually still see what's going on outside the box. So that was where I found myself for an entire school day last Monday.

It's not so bad though. I mean, I was able to get a lot of work done, and even narrowly dodged getting a zero on an English assignment by pure luck. Soon, though, I had nothing left to do. So I started to work on my story, Mondays. I was able to finish 5 hand-written pages of that book that day. So all-in-all, it wasn't that bad.

Here's the kicker - during the day I would periodically walk in and say something or ask something to Mr. Caldwell, and at one point I asked him if he wanted to see the pictures I took on the roof. He looked at the pictures and said, "Well, you weren't supposed to be on the roof, but the pictures turned out nice." Now that's looking on the bright side.

A Fiddler On The Roof

I'm not really sure what compelled me to climb up onto the roof shortly before Saturday School last Saturday, but it was a strong enough compulsion to make me do it.

When my Mom dropped me off at the school a half-hour early and the doors were still locked, I walked around and decided to take some pictures of the school that I would publish here. Here are the three I picked up before the roof.



This should give you a nice look of what Bishop Kelly looks like. But that's not all that I got. Soon, I was bored of taking these photos though, and I found myself climbing a tree and jumping to the rooftop. (I didn't really have a fiddle, but I did think it was an interesting title)

You remember that photo from the 'May' post? That was one of these photos. My Bishop Kelly readers should recognize these right away.


Here's the football field

Here's the Carly Center

And here's me, sucessfully on the roof as this pictures proves.

I thought it was funny that as I walked around up there, I found a hackey sack that my friend had thrown up there a week ago. It was just lying there next to one of the vents. I picked it up and after taking my pictures, it was time for Saturday School, so I climbed down, safe. I got in and fould a few of my friends already there. I showed them the pictures I had gotten, and they laughed.

Unfortunately, the teacher happened to hear all of this...