"The Plan."
Economics is too much. It's the eerie silence, the taste and smell of stagnant air, the boring teacher.
When you have all that spare time on your hands, you think of clever albeit elaborate ways to escape. Just yesterday, our teacher handed our bottles of bubbles as a gift to the seniors, one for each student.
The Plan: Here's how I envisioned it -- Let's say every student received their bubbles. That's about twenty-seven, twenty-eight kids give or take. Now, what if for exactly five minutes, we all used the bubble wands to blow bubbles and fill the portable with bubbles while an unsuspecting (always unaware) Mr. William's was lecturing on..zombies or whatever he talks about.
That might--just might, be enough bubbles to fill the entire classroom and serve as a smokescreen. Then we could all just walk out.
You know what. Forget the bubbles. Forget the whole damn thing. We could just sleep.
I wasted my bottle of bubbles anyway when it opened in my pocket and spilled onto my cell phone. SO not chill.
When you have all that spare time on your hands, you think of clever albeit elaborate ways to escape. Just yesterday, our teacher handed our bottles of bubbles as a gift to the seniors, one for each student.
The Plan: Here's how I envisioned it -- Let's say every student received their bubbles. That's about twenty-seven, twenty-eight kids give or take. Now, what if for exactly five minutes, we all used the bubble wands to blow bubbles and fill the portable with bubbles while an unsuspecting (always unaware) Mr. William's was lecturing on..zombies or whatever he talks about.
That might--just might, be enough bubbles to fill the entire classroom and serve as a smokescreen. Then we could all just walk out.
You know what. Forget the bubbles. Forget the whole damn thing. We could just sleep.
I wasted my bottle of bubbles anyway when it opened in my pocket and spilled onto my cell phone. SO not chill.