September 13, 2005
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“So how’s your day going?” Lucy asked Sally on their way to their eighth period classes.
Sally held onto her pencil case like it was a sack of bricks, sighing under the weight. Flipping her unnaturally straight hair behind her ears, she looked over at Lucy with a face that seemed to sink to the hallway floor, so heavy from the pressures of the day that she had no strength left to smile.
“Shitty,” she managed to let out, “Probably one of the worst days of my life.”
“No way,” Lucy said, mocking a sympathetic expression as she tried to catch her reflection in one of the classroom windows, “Me too. I have a pimple the size of
“Huh? I can’t see it.”
“You can’t? It’s right there,” Lucy said, pointing to her chin, “C’mon you can totally see it.”
“No, there’s nothing.”
“Oh. Okay. But it was still the worst day ever. Totally bombed the Bio quiz.”
“Ahhh same with me,” Sally whined, “Failed Bio, failed language arts, failed the freaking height test in gym. And you want to hear the cherry on top to a ridiculously awesome day?”
“All ears,” Lucy said as she didn’t listen at all.
“Okay. Well, on my way to fourth today, I was walking in the hallway.”
“Um, no shit?”
“So I was walking in the hallway. I’m carrying like five textbooks and seven binders. Or one textbook and two binders. One of those. Anyway, I’m walking down the new wing, trying to avoid knocking people over with my suitcase full of school supplies. And we both know I’m already exhausted. But I’m almost there, almost at Geometry. But guess what was laying there all innocent in the middle of that hallway? A giant puddle of water. I slipped on it and pretty much flipped over, books and papers flying everywhere. No one did anything to help either. They just stood around and laughed as I gathered all my things and died a little inside. It was probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Things like that just make you wonder if there’s even a god.”
“Sally,” Lucy said as thousands of people died in
Comments (8)
the last line had me laughing. ps it wouldnt kill you to smile at school. pimples, puddles, and all
-bp
You know, for a self-involved teenager, you are quite aware of the fallacies of others your age.
Entertaining and wonderful, as always, kid.
-HH
This one time in junior high it was the end of the school year and people were taking final tests in large groups in unorthadox locations like the gym which had been decked out with desks for the occasion. Some ill informed teacher had given me mistaken directions as to where I was to be taking my test and I ended up in the wrong room at the wrong time.
I quickly discovered my error and was about to get up and leave when some cranky middle aged test attendent woman spotted me, asked who my teacher was and then in a peeved and almost yelling loud voice said something to the effect of "You're in the wrong, place. You're not supposed to be here. Go to(such and such a location)for the students in your period."
Instantly about a hundred kids looked straight at me and burst into laughter.
One of those occasions I suppose when a sudden earth quake ripping a 400 foot deep chasm into the floor for one to jump into would have been much desired.
haha this entry is so so true
P.S. your an amazing hippie dancer
KUDOS
Rockin as usual.
I can't write like that..Can't believe I'm envious of a highschooler.
hey daryl, how've you been. hopefully as good as your entries. they really get to me. in a good way too- ha, dont get me wrong. they just make me want to appreciate things & people & not be so... well- dramatic; as I usually am. I've been getting better, I suppose. Read the last couple of entries of yours and was in total bliss. Whatever that means. I just felt need to say it anyway. I enjoyed reading and learning the lessons of your summer and how our lives relate to soap operahs... I will never become addicted to Laguna Beach, whether that is a miracle or a shame...but I will live in the OC, nevertheless. Are you coming to PA anytime soon? I really hope so. I missed you last time you were around and it'd be awesome and interesting to hang out with you/ So maybe before the new year I could see you. Or after. Anytime really. I dont live in big plans yet..
How's Alex Fishler, aka Alex Fish as we dubbed him, if you ever do see him around.
Take care & keep on writting. It really makes the days where I'm home from school with strep MUCH more enjoyable, ha.
Love, Ashley Teitelman
congrats on joining miller lite!
awesome choice!
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