September 20, 2026

The School’s Water Fountains Converted to Kombucha Dispensers

The School’s Water Fountains Converted to Kombucha Dispensers

Memorial High’s “Wellness Initiative” has replaced all water fountains with artisanal kombucha taps, creating both a health craze and minor cholera scare. The science department confirmed the fountains now contain living SCOBY cultures that occasionally attempt to communicate through fermented Morse code. Students report varying effects depending on tap location – the library dispenser improves SAT scores temporarily, while the gym fountain causes uncontrollable yoga impulses. The principal insists the change has nothing to do with that time he invested in a probiotic startup during his midlife crisis.

Three distinct flavor profiles have emerged: “Principal’s Passion” (a suspiciously bourbon-like aftertaste), “Detention Delight” (with extra vinegar), and “College Prep Cranberry” (which glows under black lights). The biology class uses the cultures to demonstrate rapid evolution, having already documented the SCOBYs developing resistance to chlorine and teenage indifference. Cafeteria staff quietly admit the system was accidentally created when someone dumped expired yogurt into the plumbing during Home Ec.

Controversy erupted when the yearbook staff discovered the fountains’ live cultures were photographing students through biofilm lenses. The resulting “Kombucha Yearbook” featured disturbingly accurate psychological profiles under each portrait. Meanwhile, the football team has been banned from using the sports tap after tests revealed 120% muscle growth but 400% increase in pretentiousness. As lawsuits mount, the school nurse has started prescribing kombucha enemas, which at least keeps the hallways quiet for 15 minutes.

Annabelle Bransford

Hi, I’m Annabelle Bransford, Memorial High School’s unofficial satirist-in-residence and proud founder of The Daily Detention—a publication so edgy it’s been banned twice and resurrected three times, like a sassy phoenix with a flair for detention slips. I write satire because someone has to hold the line between cafeteria chaos and gym class tyranny. Whether I’m exposing the secret emotional feud between our Algebra teacher and Euclid, or investigating why the pep rally feels like an ancient ritual sacrifice, I try to speak truth to hallway power. Sure, I’ve been called “disruptive,” but mostly by people who wear lanyards unironically. My work has been read by at least two janitors, my entire AP English class, and one substitute teacher who thought it was a cry for help. I consider that range. When I’m not sharpening my wit, I’m dodging group projects, winning banned book club trivia, or mentoring the school's AI Isn’t Funny Club (membership: just me and 17 bots I’ve emotionally manipulated). I’m also a National Merit Semi-Finalist, certified eye-roller at Student Government meetings, and the only girl in school who’s been accused of “weaponizing irony.” My goals? Keep writing, keep laughing, and one day publish a satirical exposé called Yearbook Superlatives and Other Lies. If you want something sugarcoated, try the bake sale. If you want the truth with a punchline, I’m your girl. I've landed a sweet job at Bohiney Magazine, so don't bother me. EMAIL: annabelle@bohiney.com

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