Scuttle-butting: the fore and aft-ers

(morale of the story: "Quit while UR still a-Head") 

Complete coverage: of what took place...after the call for "all hands on deck"...the straight poop (or scoop as it's referred to by gossip-ers)...on the up-and-up...what took place on that appointed day in the office of the appointed one..."The Office of the Principal" (OOPS!) who, in the cast of characters for today's chapter in the longer quest, to take back what was rightfully ours...as in "what was lost is now found" -- every school has a special place for this in or around the office -- along with some "founders" principles, before you can simply act like it's just a grab bag...out of respect for other's stuff, blah, blah blah...Today I'm referring to him inter-changeably as the Head-master, the one who sits (usually idly) on the throne, throwing out edicts to all of us...students (eye, for an eye, skipper!). A story that will be told in a narrative fashion, from the perspective of one who was, like many a "live!" reporter, was there, reporting on the (ob)scene. Finally, a story that will be told through his own words while qualified, edited, or otherwise commented on through mine...(parenthically speaking). A story that can be best construed as a bio-optic, one that involves real caricatures and natural 'motions' -- as in portrayals of those we have all known. All of which, instead of "changing the names to protect, all HIPAA-ish..." will simply "go without" (which is a key part of the story if you haven't got a clue...). 

Location, location, location: Shot on location, as in both in and around the "Central Office" (many times reworked as a "kiosk" these school daze) which itself includes a fore and aft -- a "front office" where the so-called "support staff" reside which, at least early AM also pose as triage ER-ish personnel ("OK, you're trying to fake being sick again, wait over there, while I take this call, wipe the boogers from this little bugger's nose, while I take a dose, I mean sip, of caffeine in order to..."). And be-hind which "YOU!" usually come to find yet another door, threshold to cross through, in order to find what fate awaits...which itself many times includes a "private facility" for the "one and only" seated (doesn't usually bother to get up to greet you) in the seat of power, a room that on most boats that are big enough to hold one, is simply called a "head". Whereas in most schools the ones designated to us, commoners (aka students) are considered "off limits" -- the ones that are great gossip grist, where "we" can only imagine...the ones that (apparently) are located within or be-hind the teacher loungers, as well as within the inner sanctum of the sanctimonious one...while the one that sometimes serves multi-purposes, as in center for all Intel (writing on the walls), or where it's rumored the older, middle, "high" schoolers got to smoke..I mean vape (get with the times, narrator!). A place grew to know as the "rest room" not because anyone actually rested (we certainly "stalled" on occasion) but because, like the "Festivus for the rest of us" Seinfeld episode (worth a watch, always seasonal) is the place where the "rest of us" were allowed to "go" -- at appointed times, of the day, as if "on demand" 😟😓...

All set, on the set? "Ready-or-knot" (nautical, staying with the theme) - here we come...going to the head, of the school, to lodge, our complaints, grudges, grievances -- all about involving withholding..."NEXT!"