Chapter 5
June Dreams
1
I know what you're
thinking.
Roughly seven
weeks in with over 1,000 hormone driven teenagers trapped in a relatively small
area, with few having parents there, and only a small adult staff to watch over
them, why isn't there more ... well, hanky panky?
Several points
regarding this, the first being that that is simply not the focus of my story
to you, Dr. Duncan. There obviously is a
lot going on that I'm not telling you about, and I am trying to keep things as
attuned to my experiences as possible, and provide an explanation for the
events you already know about, and what led up to them. It's not a tell all or a gossip journal.
That being said,
there probably a lot less of that going on than you would imagine. This was
owed at least in part to my Dad's efforts to keep us busy and organized. And even though there were fewer adults, they
did a good job of watching us and keeping us in group settings.
But there were
other things going on besides organized activities and adult supervision. Rumors were quite strong that no girl had had
a period since the trap fell. It wasn't
just student speculation; I had overheard conversations with my father and
other administrators. Seven weeks in and no one had heard of any girl who had
started her time.
Could whatever is
causing this be affecting the boys as well?
That was a little harder to prove or see, but the boys seemed a little
less interested or as aggressive as you might think. There was still interest there, as
demonstrated by Lisa and myself, or (sigh) Ginny and Artie, or even Tom Bodell
and Sue Boschman. It just wasn't the
all-consuming thing you might expect it to be.
I know what you're
thinking.
How in the world
did we still have electricity and water?
If we were that cut off, how were those things continuing?
I don't know. No one really did. Maybe we were still connected to the grid
somehow. All I know is it continued for
a very long time. The fact that we
weren't getting any bills was one of the few positives my Dad was experiencing.
I know what you're
thinking.
How did we sustain
enough food to sustain 1,167 people (by our latest count)? More and more of our food came from the
Fallout Shelter. Why it did not get
exhausted we did not know, at least at that time. And we were rapidly beginning to grow our own
food. Some of us thought about the food
situation a lot. My Dad and Mr. Bruchow
(our biology teacher) were obsessed with it.
Many did not think about it because there were no visible shortages or
rations, although some were starting to complain about the lack of variety or
fresh foods, with the exception of the unexpectedly large harvest of wild
raspberries. That made raspberries
wildly popular, even among people who previously did not care for them.
I know what you're
thinking.
We must have a
good number of students who were addicted to substances, like cigarettes and
drinking, who were going through horrible withdrawals. Well, we did.
They weren't my immediate friends so I haven't dealt with it much, nor
have I with people who needed prescription medication. But there were problems. Problems that over
the coming weeks, months and years would affect us all.
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