I carry my heavy books into my classroom, after i visited my locker and placed them on my desk. As i see the dull tip of my pencil i turn around to face the sharpener, and inch closer and closer to it but before i reach it Max rushes in front of me and takes 2min. to sharpen his pencil (now this may not sound like along time but to you, non-school types, but trust me it feels much longer when you only have 3min. to get ready for class, then its like an eternity). I'm about to snap, i mean i was right in front of it and he just jumps in and takes it away.
So the next day i get upstairs a bit earlier so i can get in and out of my locker quicker. After grabbing my books i run into the class room and slam my books down its then i realize that i left my pencil in my locker so i have to run and get it and by then i have waisted all my time and i have to use my dull pencil.
So the day after that i treat it like any other day but instead of putting my books down i hold onto them wile i sharpen my pencil. No such luck because right as I'm about to put my pencil in the sharpener all of my books fall out of my hand and on to the floor so then i have to pick them all up.
Now because this happened 3 times already i am very mad at the whole situation but not for a lack of trying to get in early i get into the class late. lucky for me no ones at the sharpener and i can use it, but just then the bell rings and the teacher demands that i get into my seat.
Finally its Friday and its my last chance to have a nice sharpened pencil i can be proud of so i dash to class slam my books down (and i mean slam) and turn to the pencil sharpener, and almost as if in slow motion i see Max yet again trying to sharpen his pencil before me so in a slight spark of insanity i jump over and unplug it. then i say "if you want to sharpen your pencil, then i get to sharpen mine first" he looks at me like I'm crazy and reluctantly says"fine" just then i hand him the plug and i put my pencil into the sharpener and, tada! As if by magic i beat the clock and was able to sit down with a sharpened pencil.
True story...
Friday, November 30, 2007
The One Race That Really Matters
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ROFLMAO! True story...
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