tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039080.post115121778165853441..comments2024-03-10T00:00:31.355+00:00Comments on BRIAN SIBLEY : his blog: THE BELLS! THE BELLS!Brian Sibleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02395103557170474777noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28039080.post-1151279341112780462006-06-26T00:49:00.000+01:002006-06-26T00:49:00.000+01:00While not quite the same thing (and, boy do you ha...While not quite the same thing (and, <I>boy</I> do you have my sympathies), everyday, when I was in Primary School, a student was picked at random, called to the Principal's office, given this enormous handheld bell and were told to walk around the yard ringing it, which is how we knew it was time to go back to class. <BR/><BR/>It was great fun to have to ring the bell, because not only did you get to ring the thing, you got boss the other - <I>older</I> - kids around and get five minutes out of class. It was brilliant. <BR/><BR/>Then, the school renovated. And part of the renovation was to get a swank new P.A. system and button-push bell. This bell was not so much a bell as a horn, and not a nice musical horn, but a one-note, blast-your-ears-off-of-your face-it's-so-darned-loud horn. And they would "ring" it twelve times a day. <BR/><BR/>Which might explain why so many of us used to go home with brain spliting headaches. <BR/><BR/>I didn't. Why? Well, back then I lived next door to the school. A Catholic school that also rang this horn instead of its bells. <BR/><BR/>So, yeah, you have my sympathies.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com