Scott got screwed.
Back in ninth grade my friend Scott was assigned a locker buddy named Kyle who played trumpet in the school band. They shared a thin locker down a dark and dusty hallway outside the Boy’s Changeroom. Not only did it smell like armpit, but it was about a three-minute hike from any of our classes.
Now, Scott gave Kyle the top shelf so he was stuck on his knees every morning wedging his winter jacket, books, and boots onto the rusty floor of the thing. I have a painfully vivid memory of watching Kyle’s trumpet case majestically tumble from the top shelf and completely nail Scott in the face.
You could say he had a bad locker.
Getting a good locker in high school makes all the difference. You need a convenient spot to grab your books when you’re running late, easy access to the bathroom and cafeteria, and a good Locker Neighborhood near all your friends.
And tumbling trumpets to the face should be avoided wherever possible.
AWESOME!