By Zack Meisel (TheLantern.com) -
Dallas called it “poppin’.”
I’d look over to one side of the room, meeting eyes with a classmate, Oba, who offered a nod.
We shifted our attention to Dallas, perched atop the air conditioner along the far wall, lined with windows.
The three of us exchanged signals, like operatives initiating a covert mission.
As the teacher inserted “Dances With Wolves” into the VCR, the three of us seventh-graders reached into our pockets and opened up our arsenals.
Mr. Parsons prohibited eating in his class — and we had come straight from lunch — but rebellious teenagers will bend the rules where they see fit.
We termed it “poppin’,” consuming candy during class when the teacher wasn’t looking. Each day at lunch, we would coordinate, making sure all three of us were participating in the daily ritual of sneaking sugar instead of taking notes.
The obligatory nods signaled the start of our sweet sedition.
It wasn’t difficult for Oba or me to transfer the Sour Patch Kids or Reese’s Pieces from our pockets to our mouths.
The same couldn’t be said for Dallas. All eyes were always on him……
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