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11Oct09

Again, sorry. Months without posting. Complete negligence of my poor blog. But fear not, I’ve got one hell of a story that will make up for it, I promise you. I woke up this morning in my Happy Bunny pajamas (and there are few things better in life than waking up in Happy Bunny PJs, I don’t mind telling you) and I thought, “Okay, it’s time to blog again.”

So I have this teacher — we’ll call him Mr. Mason — who is notorious for his tardy policy. When you’re late to class, you have to sit outside like an idiot until he lets you in. And it could be five minutes, it could be ten. He might be halfway through a lecture before he remembers you’re out there. And it’s no good trying to sneak in after the bell rings — the rest of the class will rat you out, because undoubtedly they’ve all been subjected to this punishment and wish to see others suffer as well. And then you look even stupider, halfway to your seat, mid-lunge, when Mason turns around and calls you out on it. Then you must submit to the walk of shame and head back out into the hall like a naughty kindergartener who just got caught eating crayons or licking the floor. So anyway, if two people are late, the first person to sit down at their desk is off the hook, and the other poor sap has to walk defeated out into the hall. A race usually ensues. It’s very vicious. Whenever I’m not the idiot in the hall, it amuses me. It’s just funny.

But okay, I had to finish my psychology test — I just had one answer left — and I thought I had enough time to stop by my locker and get to Mason’s class on time. Turns out I miscalculated. I ran downstairs, turned the corner, and then the bell rang. And I was just like, Shit. Having already been late once that week, I was screwed.

But then. But THEN. I saw this guy at the other end of the hall. He was in my class. Mason’s room was right smack in the middle of us. We both stopped dead. Cue the staredown. For about two seconds we just stared at each other. Then simultaneously we both started SPRINTING. We were hauling ASS, in this epic race from opposite ends of the longest freaking hallway ever. And here’s the funny part. The guy was Carter Jackson. If you were from my town this would mean something to you. But since you’re not I’ll elaborate: he’s been the quarterback on our high school team since sophomore year. Let me tell you, the guy can RUN. It wasn’t even close. He paused at the door, waved at me, then kind of laughed good-naturedly and ran inside. Ah, well. It made for a good story, right?

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