Mr. Young and that projector

September 10, 2007 on 9:14 pm | In Memories | 4 Comments

I know this is very childish.  Cmon, I was young ok?  Mr. Young would endlessly write out math problems with that overhead projector.  (you know, the clear plastic with usually a green pen?) On one such occasion while he had his back turned writing… Scott Olsen sat innocently next to me, completely unaware of what would happen to him in just the next few minutes.  The time was right.  I could not hold it any longer!!  I let out, probably of all my entire life, the loudest FART EVER!   (Yes, even i was aghast at the utter shock wave it sent through the room!)  I immediately turned to Scott and LOUDLY said…  “Ahhhh!!  Scott!!”.  Of course the entire room was in an uproar.  Class disruption? 10.0 on the rictor!  Scott began to deny profusely that he didn’t do it… (all the while laughing himself, because it was funny) … but it was too late. Mr. Young marched Scott out of the room (like a scape goat) and scolded him in the hallway!  I must admit, Scott was pretty cool about it.  He never turned me in.  =)  Was anyone else in that class?  — James

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  1. OMG James I remember that like it was yesturday. I am laughing so hard right now I can’t type. I think I laughed for a week after that.

    Comment by RICK — September 10, 2007 #

  2. My Mom and Dad left Saudi for the last time in 2003. Mr. Young had just left and remembered our antics. I have a couple of memories that still make me laugh. Do you remember the 50th Aramco anniversary? We were all on stage and Mr. Young was responsible for our group. I don’t remember who started laughing first but someone, I think me, cussed on stage. It was down hill from there. After that Mr. Young was very discipline oriented. We had a test near the end of trimester and for the first time he let us use our calculators. I forgot mine and used Scott Olsen’s. When I was done I would slide Scott’s calculator over to him and then pull it back at the last second. Mr. Young thought Scott was looking at my paper trying to cheat….I kept this going for about 5 minutes until Scott stabbed me in the hand with his pencil. The lead is where he left it…in my hand. I miss that guy.

    Comment by Robert Scott — September 10, 2007 #

  3. I think the shear pressure of trying to hold it maximized it’s effectiveness against the unique acoustic qualities of those hard plastic seats. :) Scott never looked the same to me after that. HA HA!

    Comment by James Hart — September 10, 2007 #

  4. Robert,

    I don’t remember the 50th aniversary at all. Was that in 83 or 84? I remember the pencil story! LOL!

    Comment by James Hart — September 11, 2007 #

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