So we had this pep rally at school, and there were mini games that the teachers played and selected students for. There was one where you tied pantyhose to your head with a tennis ball in it, and you had to knock down some Diet Coke cans. My history teacher was selected for it. Since I’m a really good history student, our eyes locked and he started walking towards me. Then he chose me. He probably saw the fear in my eyes. I went up there and contemplated my life choices for about 3 minutes, then talked my way out of doing it. I’m not building a relationship with my history teacher next year.
