The Depths of the Tunnels

Deep within the bowels of Barnwell school lies a labyrinth of dark and mold tunnels. Among the mighty school population and Alumni they are generally known as, the Tunnels.

Oh how those tunnels called to us. In gym class, every time the floor hockey puck crossed those old cast iron grates on the side I would race over there and think...what is down there. Then I would get smacked from behind by someone. Sitting in our fancy purple uniforms during basketball games I would look down, while contemplating my bench position, and gaze deep into the depths of that darkness behind that grate and wonder how I could explore those tunnels.

Of course, sitting in the science room we all would speculate that under that trapped door in the middle of the room was another entrance that went through some crazy cave like structure. If we could just get the teacher out long enough to peer down there.

The obvious entrance was through the boiler room. For it was from this hot room in the basement of the old part of the school that the tunnels began and found their real purpose. You see the tunnels took hot water too the new wing of the school for heat. The boiler room was where we needed to enter.

After school, while enrolled in the mighty Junior High, I was fighting valiantly for our school pride against some nasty school from Taber or Grassy Lake. I was doing my very best from the bench when I heard, "psst, down here!"

There were my buddies Larry and Trent. They had found a way in to the boiler room. Soon most of the students knew that they had found their way in. The janitor had locked the boiler room though - they were stuck.

After the 'B' team was done I raced to the science room door. They had found they're way to through the science room trapped door - it was true, it did connect! But, alas, the science room door was locked on both sides and they were still trapped.

They frantically gave us all the details of the tunnels and the treasures they had found. We formulated strategies on how to escape undetected.

Somehow they escaped and we all basked in they're glorious adventure.

Aahhh, to be young and adventurous again.