This week, upon finding a ridiculous amount of bubbles in my room, I decided to bring them on campus and blow them during passing periods...and sometimes during class. Once I saw the reactions of my fellow classmates and staff I thought I could make a DIY out of it. My first act as the self-proclaimed "Bubble Menace" was to fill a hallway and casually leave. When I walked away from the bubble-filled 230 hall, I was delighted to see students basically freak out. This is understandable, seeing as this is a high school campus where bubbles are not usually spotted floating around. The look on peoples' faces made it clear: Bubbles are amazing, and I thought it my duty to continue menacing this campus until the solution ran dry.
The rest of the week consisted of many bubbles both inside and outside the classroom. Throughout the week more and more students began to catch on to me as they followed the trail of bubbles I was leaving behind.
The point of this DIY was to see the reaction to bubbles. Overall I have observed a state of shock and excitement in most students. Even Nina of supervision got in on the fun when she saw I was carrying a bottle of bubbles and asked to borrow them to blow some herself. Furthermore while I was blowing bubbles outside of 306 with a group of people, Mr. Arnold came by and inquired about what was going on. He laughed and zestfully referred to Zac as a "sponsored bubble stacker."
Unfortunately the 1984 Big Brother aspect of this establishment has already attempted to kill the bubble buzz. Apparently, students have been complaining about their confusion regarding where the floating, poppable wonders keep coming from. I've been directly told to take my bubbles home & not return with them. To that I say absolutely not. It's definitely not my problem or fault that students are confused & I don't see any reason to punish me or the students who are excited to see a bubble every now and then for it. If someone had to revoke a pleasure or were punished every time a student on this or any other campus was confused, school would not exist.
In conclusion, bubbles are great and kids and adults alike can be united in wonderment by the nonsensical appearance of them on a high school campus. But like everything that is enjoyed, someone will try to ruin it. This simple DIY might have alot more connections to 1984 than I even configured. Since I will not stop blowing bubbles, we'll definitely find out.
Update: Big Brother is definitely watching. Every time I have blown bubbles since I was told to stop I have to look around corners and over my shoulder. Sometimes I look to see if the coast is clear, and it is, then once I start blowing bubbles supervision appears to tell me to stop. They basically show up out of nowhere. This relates to 1984 because you never really know when someone is watching what you are doing or thinking. I'm still gonna blow bubbles, but that's just me being me.