This is the SECOND time in as many days, only this time a lot more serious........
I'm posting this now because I want to have a shower and forget about it afterwards.
This is certainly not the worst day of my entire life, but possibly the worst last-day-of-term ever. Although compared to poor old Shelly's, it's really not all that important.
Shells, if you leave, I will come after you with a pitchfork. Don't let evil-stealin-biatches scare you away.
Everything was fine until breaktime when I realised I'd left my pencil case in the music classroom. I went back to get it and the door was locked. I went back again and it wasn't there. I went to see Mr. Gardiner, the music office, the staff centre, middle school office, and even Miss ARNOLD and no one had seen it. So by this time it was time to go home for the holidays and I was doing anything but celebrating. I burst into tears in the MS office and the woman finally decided to actually do something about it. She rang EVERYWHERE but no one had seen it. I finally had to get her to call my mum who was waiting for me in the car. She didn't get mad at me though, probably because I was crying. Caitlin was a super-friend and stayed with me for nearly a whole half hour before she had to catch the bus home.
We never found it.
You might wonder what's so important about my pencil case, I'll tell you - it has my life in it. My stationary, my $200 calculator but most of all my glasses, without which I am as blind as a dead bat. I have another pair at home but they have practically fallen apart, and I'm not really supposed to wear them. Not to mention they're uncomfortable as hell. In Chapel I thought the picture of the baby's birth on the big screen was a pretty sunset and wondered why everyone was going 'ewww'. And in science I had to keep getting up to read the words off of the projection sheet. I'm sure Ms. Norris thought I was insane.
So no TV for two weeks. Crap.
Charli, no chance you could have picked it up by mistake? *looks hopeful*
This is certainly not the worst day of my entire life, but possibly the worst last-day-of-term ever. Although compared to poor old Shelly's, it's really not all that important.
Shells, if you leave, I will come after you with a pitchfork. Don't let evil-stealin-biatches scare you away.
Everything was fine until breaktime when I realised I'd left my pencil case in the music classroom. I went back to get it and the door was locked. I went back again and it wasn't there. I went to see Mr. Gardiner, the music office, the staff centre, middle school office, and even Miss ARNOLD and no one had seen it. So by this time it was time to go home for the holidays and I was doing anything but celebrating. I burst into tears in the MS office and the woman finally decided to actually do something about it. She rang EVERYWHERE but no one had seen it. I finally had to get her to call my mum who was waiting for me in the car. She didn't get mad at me though, probably because I was crying. Caitlin was a super-friend and stayed with me for nearly a whole half hour before she had to catch the bus home.
We never found it.
You might wonder what's so important about my pencil case, I'll tell you - it has my life in it. My stationary, my $200 calculator but most of all my glasses, without which I am as blind as a dead bat. I have another pair at home but they have practically fallen apart, and I'm not really supposed to wear them. Not to mention they're uncomfortable as hell. In Chapel I thought the picture of the baby's birth on the big screen was a pretty sunset and wondered why everyone was going 'ewww'. And in science I had to keep getting up to read the words off of the projection sheet. I'm sure Ms. Norris thought I was insane.
So no TV for two weeks. Crap.
Charli, no chance you could have picked it up by mistake? *looks hopeful*