Shatter-Resistant Glass? Pshaw.
So John dropped me off early last night...we were both pretty tired.My parents weren't home. I went to the door (which my mom had promised to leave unlocked so I didn't have my keys.) Neither I nor John thought for him to walk me to the door. It was locked. I called my mom, she said to try the windows. The windows were locked. I had, by this time, been cold, in the dark, surrounded by the vast cornfields of Delaware, for about half an hour. I saw a window which looked unlocked. I climbed the wall a bit, and tried to open it. It shattered. On me. So the night ended with me, bloody and cold, waiting for the parents to return from a bar. Why do I feel underloved? They weren't mad (at least my mom wasn't) which was good, but I still feel really bad. Oh well. For now I taped a trashbag to it to keep the house warm-ish.