Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Kid Gloves

At school-

"'The following is a list of exciting extracurricular activities offered to you, the student by your Philadelphia Board of Education'," Mr. Feeny read off. "'Each student shall select one exciting activity. Vocabulary Club'..." 

"Too exciting," Shawn sassed.

"Mr. Matthews, please," Mr. Feeny said.

"It wasn't me, it was Shawn," Cory replied.

"Same thing. All right, 'Debate Team, Scuba Club, Upholstery Squad'."

"Scuba Club?" I ask.

"Underwater adventure," Shawn said.

"Sounds cool," I smile.

"I'm in," Cory answered.

"Me, too," Shawn added.

"Me, three," I cheer.

"Well, I for one plan to stimulate my intellect and will therefore choose between the Vocabulary Club and the Debate Team," Minkus said.

"I would enjoy communing with the creatures of the sea. I choose scuba," Topanga spoke up.

"Yay," I say.

"Slap me in a wet suit and throw me overboard," Minkus grinned.

"Yay no more."

"Can anyone tell me what the acronym SCUBA is? Mr. Matthews?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"Duba?" Cory questioned.

"Scuba duba. Mr. Matthews, I have obviously failed you on so many levels. An acronym is a pronounceable formation made by a combination of letters."

Cory turned to me. "I told you." I just roll my eyes.

"So, now, can anyone tell me what SCUBA stands for?" I was surprised to see Minkus wasn't raising his hand. "Come on. Someone take a stab at it." I looked down at my desk. "Mr. Hunter, you haven't spoken since the fourth grade. S-c-u-b-a. What does it stand for?" 

"Something's...creepy...under boat...Andy," Mr. Feeny tried.

Mr. Feeny sighed. "Mr. Matthews was closer with duba." I looked to my desk again. "Ms. Cooper, what does it stand for?"

"Uh...Swimming...cage...underwater...ability," I guessed.

"Very close, Ms. Cooper, but incorrect," Mr. Feeny walked to the front of the class. "Very well. Take it away, Mr. Minkus."

"No," Minkus answered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I don't want to know everything. I want to fit in. I want to be one of the normal stupid guys. I'm going with duba."

"All right. Mr. Minkus obviously does not know." That's when I saw Minkus tapping his fingers against the desk.

"Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus."

"Thank you."

"I hate myself."

"You're not alone," Shawn told him.

***

After I got my permission slip signed, it was time for scuba club. I brought my bathing suit and robe, messing with the snorkel goggles.

"Luke, I am your father," Cory walked up to me and Shawn. I giggled. "What's that for, seeing out of submarines?" Cory asked as Shawn was messing with his snorkeling tube.

"For breathing," I answer, removing the goggles.

"Didn't you ever go snorkeling?" Shawn asked.

"No, never. Did you?" Cory asked.