im such a punk somtimes
i shouldn't post about this but, as this entry will show, i have no personal restraint.
i am in drivers edu, its boring/emotionally scaring, fortunately i only lack one session. after drivers ed on thursday, i was waiting for my ride at the front entrance of the public middle school in which the drivers ed course is held. as i was waiting, a teacher/para of sorts walked up to the courtesy phone next to me and, after punching in a rather complex code, she began speaking over the school intercom. she made some announcement pertaining to the basketball game currently underway in the nearby gymnasium, then walked away. after ten more minutes of waiting, the red bull driven cogs in my head began turning, turning toward the redial button of the nearby phone. after a brief moral debate i picked up the phone, pushed redial and sternly uttered the words i have always wanted to hear over the intercom,
"zach morris to the principles office." then i got in trouble. the same para ripped my face off, she also took my name and school i currently attend down in her notebook. she informed me that she would have to call "district." i am not sure what "district" is but i am sure it involves jamming bamboo under my toe nails.
i told my mom, she didn't mind so much. but she did ask why i felt the urge to pick on this zack kid, and if he went to the principles office.
pssshhh it felt good. real good.
i am in drivers edu, its boring/emotionally scaring, fortunately i only lack one session. after drivers ed on thursday, i was waiting for my ride at the front entrance of the public middle school in which the drivers ed course is held. as i was waiting, a teacher/para of sorts walked up to the courtesy phone next to me and, after punching in a rather complex code, she began speaking over the school intercom. she made some announcement pertaining to the basketball game currently underway in the nearby gymnasium, then walked away. after ten more minutes of waiting, the red bull driven cogs in my head began turning, turning toward the redial button of the nearby phone. after a brief moral debate i picked up the phone, pushed redial and sternly uttered the words i have always wanted to hear over the intercom,
"zach morris to the principles office." then i got in trouble. the same para ripped my face off, she also took my name and school i currently attend down in her notebook. she informed me that she would have to call "district." i am not sure what "district" is but i am sure it involves jamming bamboo under my toe nails.
i told my mom, she didn't mind so much. but she did ask why i felt the urge to pick on this zack kid, and if he went to the principles office.
pssshhh it felt good. real good.