Some things never change

Last week I volunteered in the high school library.

Arriving at 9:30 a.m., there were nearly 125 students gathered in the library for 'flex time'. One half hour of each school day is devoted to flex; a time in which students can do homework, get help from a teacher, catch up on one's social networking via cell phone texting (no calls allowed) or socialize the old fashioned way by talking face-to-face.

I would say about one-half of the students were intently working on homework or projects of some nature. The other half were socializing (quietly and respectfully, I might add).

As my eyes scanned the room observing the mix, I saw a sea of green and white shirts and realized that the football players, wearing their jerseys, were occupying the tables at the far end of the room with pretty girls filling in the cracks.

Amused, I thought some things never change.

Athletic prowess will forever be held in high esteem in our society. Back in my day, many of the jocks were barely able to maintain the C average required to keep them involved in sports. Their high school careers revolved around practice and game times, girls and hormones. Not history or class projects.

Perhaps times have changed and these jocks are current with their homework and have better than passing grades, eliminating the need to utilize a small block of study time.

Or.... not. And the stereotype of the strong, obtuse jock with his Barbie doll cheerleader girlfriend lives on.