Vomit and whatnot
One of these days, I'm gonna get an ultra-powerful plasma gun and burn those flies at the bus stop down to cinders. They're such little bastards!
So today, in the bus, there was this girl who was sitting right behind the driver's seat. She was feeling sick and throwing up in a bag [wait, this isn't the worst part]... and the reek was spreading through the bus. All the girls who were sitting within a two-foot-radius of the sick girl were complaining of the odor. The driver didn't know that she was barfing. When the reek reached his nostrils, he said the most disgusting thing one can say in such a situation.
In his already hilarious South-Indian accent, he asked, "Is someone opening their lunchbox?" ... Then he went on to say, "Hey! Close your lunchbox!"
E-W-W. I wanted to grab the bag from the little girl, shove it in the driver's face and ask him, "Is this what you have for lunch? Hmmm?!"
Later, after I reached school and told Abhishek about this, he and I went to church. We had just sat down in one of the pews when I saw the image of a fish and a basket of bread on the large stained glass. A voice in my head quacked, "Lunchbox!" and I had to stifle my laughter, somehow.
The Math test was horrific. I wouldn't even grade me a C. Ugh.. I messed up a whole 8-mark-question and two other problems. As it turns out, the test wasn't good for other people either. Some fellows were actually exchanging answers, lol.
Mr D'Souza confiscated Abhishek's cellphone for 24 hours. We were listening to music from his phone and Mr D'Souza heard it. He came out and when he saw that it was a 'camera-phone', he told Abhishek to go with him to his office.
In other news, I survived 3 periods of Physics in a row. My ass is a bag of bones now.
So today, in the bus, there was this girl who was sitting right behind the driver's seat. She was feeling sick and throwing up in a bag [wait, this isn't the worst part]... and the reek was spreading through the bus. All the girls who were sitting within a two-foot-radius of the sick girl were complaining of the odor. The driver didn't know that she was barfing. When the reek reached his nostrils, he said the most disgusting thing one can say in such a situation.
In his already hilarious South-Indian accent, he asked, "Is someone opening their lunchbox?" ... Then he went on to say, "Hey! Close your lunchbox!"
E-W-W. I wanted to grab the bag from the little girl, shove it in the driver's face and ask him, "Is this what you have for lunch? Hmmm?!"
Later, after I reached school and told Abhishek about this, he and I went to church. We had just sat down in one of the pews when I saw the image of a fish and a basket of bread on the large stained glass. A voice in my head quacked, "Lunchbox!" and I had to stifle my laughter, somehow.
The Math test was horrific. I wouldn't even grade me a C. Ugh.. I messed up a whole 8-mark-question and two other problems. As it turns out, the test wasn't good for other people either. Some fellows were actually exchanging answers, lol.
Mr D'Souza confiscated Abhishek's cellphone for 24 hours. We were listening to music from his phone and Mr D'Souza heard it. He came out and when he saw that it was a 'camera-phone', he told Abhishek to go with him to his office.
In other news, I survived 3 periods of Physics in a row. My ass is a bag of bones now.