Thursday, June 4, 2009

Not Fair!

Today was the penultimate day of school, and a disappointment. Well, to be fair, it was fun until the end of the day. You see, we were walking back to school from the park and I decided to walk across the street instead of around the street. It seems logical enough, no? So it seemed like nobody noticed, not that I was concerned with hiding it. But apparently somebody did notice it, and it just happened to be the vice principal. Apparently the vice principal is a real stickler on traffic safety rules. the second I came in to the school the voice speaker went on and said "Max, come to the office, Max come to the office." Oh god. I only just realized why I was being called. I had some 'splaining to do. When I came into the office, three teachers stood there, waiting to hear some serious sucking up and apologies. One of them said "Max, we take the safety of our students very seriously here. Do you know what you did?" I decided to be honest and said, Yeah, I was crossing the street." "Do you know what a serious breech of trust and safety this is?!" The conversation went on like that for about ten minutes. I played the whole good little boy act, and was all nice and good. But what I really wanted to say is how evil they really are, what horrible over-reacting devils they are. Oh, I felt like punching a hole into the wall and stuffing all the teachers in there, but instead I decided that when I'm rich and own a big company, I'll make sure they can't get any jobs. They deserve it!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The chase-a story concerning bikes, a school secretary, and a mistaken pursuer

It was 10:30 o'clock when I went out on my bike trip. It was a trip of great importance, a matter of life or death (Okay, so maybe it was more like good grade or okay grade, but life or death sounds so much more dramatic.) So, I set out at a breakneck speed, rushing through the quiet streets and picket fenced yards, and to my school. Unbenounced to me, a jogger who was in as much hurry as me was right behind me. To the common, not so intelligent eye it looked as if I was being pursued by the jogger. As I neared the school, so did the jogger, and at that very moment, a friendly school secretary was looking out the window. To her, this moment looked like a chase taken from a Stephen King novel, and she, most likely wanting to be the heroine of the story, ran to the door and buzzed me in. Now, when I came in, I thought she was merely being friendly, but I knew this wasn't the case when she said "Are you alright? Do you know who that man was? Do you want me to call the police?" I was confused. I said, forgetting my matters, "What are you talking about?" She said "You know, the man who was chasing you!" "Nobody was chasing me." feeling I needed to say more, I said "sorry" We stood there in awkward embarrassed silence until the secretary said "Well... then why are you here?" "I have to give a package to a teacher." "Go ahead then..." I think I crushed her dreams.