calculator follies
Let me tell you kiddies a little story.
So, I've always been the responsible one of the Aaronson children. While Zach loses anything and everything he ever owns that's expensive, I've never had to replace anything particularly pricey (ok, maybe not never, but not nearly as often as him). So, I got to Boston with MUN. Guess what? I leave my TI-83 on the plane. Sweet. My parents angrily shell out the $100 to get a new one, saying they're only doing it because it's my first time screwing up something expensive.
Okay. Thanks Mom and Dad. That was really nice. I'll never have a problem with this one, I swear.
Then yesterday rolls around. I go sledding with some friends. We sled, have fun, leave all our stuff in the car. While I'm off enjoying the snow and second semester senior-dom, some whiteout, apparently angry at me for being left in the car, decides to freeze. Now anyone that's taken bio or chemistry is familiar with what happens to anything liquid that freezes. It expands. This whiteout decided to expand right out of it's little plastic container. It covered everything, my pencils, pens and sadly, my precious new calculator. But I had no idea.
AP stat this morning. I notice a peculiar scent wafting from my backpack. Bewildered, I search for what the culprit could be. I dig through my things and open my pencil case, only to see something that ressembled nuclear winter.
Yes. All my stuff ruined. Including my nice new calculator.
And guess who has no money, yet is paying this time?
I'll give you a hint, it's not the whiteout.
This is why I need a job.
The End.
So, I've always been the responsible one of the Aaronson children. While Zach loses anything and everything he ever owns that's expensive, I've never had to replace anything particularly pricey (ok, maybe not never, but not nearly as often as him). So, I got to Boston with MUN. Guess what? I leave my TI-83 on the plane. Sweet. My parents angrily shell out the $100 to get a new one, saying they're only doing it because it's my first time screwing up something expensive.
Okay. Thanks Mom and Dad. That was really nice. I'll never have a problem with this one, I swear.
Then yesterday rolls around. I go sledding with some friends. We sled, have fun, leave all our stuff in the car. While I'm off enjoying the snow and second semester senior-dom, some whiteout, apparently angry at me for being left in the car, decides to freeze. Now anyone that's taken bio or chemistry is familiar with what happens to anything liquid that freezes. It expands. This whiteout decided to expand right out of it's little plastic container. It covered everything, my pencils, pens and sadly, my precious new calculator. But I had no idea.
AP stat this morning. I notice a peculiar scent wafting from my backpack. Bewildered, I search for what the culprit could be. I dig through my things and open my pencil case, only to see something that ressembled nuclear winter.
Yes. All my stuff ruined. Including my nice new calculator.
And guess who has no money, yet is paying this time?
I'll give you a hint, it's not the whiteout.
This is why I need a job.
The End.