So school has started again...well not for me, I got kicked out of my Jr. College like the mindless hindrance that I am. My new school doesn't start for another two weeks, leaving me alone while everyone else enjoys a higher education. Still, my sister is staring at her classes, and met up with someone we knew from high school. Our little friend babbled that she still had the "game" I made three years ago, and this confused me. Game? The Hell? If I took drugs I'd be convinced that I handed out something when I was high. But seeing as how I'm mindless enough without popping pills and/or smoking crack, I couldn't use that as an excuse.

It wasn't until later a little light went inside my head (Just like that too, I bet you could pin point the exact time I realized it) and I evoked something of a "choose your own adventure" little story. Oh dear, she kept a copy? I *didn't* even keep a copy, so I can't even tell you what sort of rambling I put in there. That's not what I even wanted to talk about, I just like leading you on and disappointing you, because I will not disclose what was in that little bit of madness when I did find out, Mwha!

No, swarming down memory lane I instead recall something that sends me into a fit a giggles every time, and had been totally forgotten about that I should be ashamed of myself (Bad Melinda, slap yourself on the wrist) I am a horribly unorganized person, I was always late for first period, and the only year that didn't make me suffer was one where a teacher didn't even bother poking his head in until 15 minuets after class had started. To make up for it the next year a teacher tried to "shame" you into being on time by making you write half a page on why you were late. Those…were happy times.

Writing "Because I happened to leave too late" got old after the second time, I mean the while concept was rather asinine. So I decided to be more...creative. From alien abductions to black cats walking across my path, there was no stopping me. I was a loony with a pen and an excuse to write. Another part of her "shaming" was sending our note to the assistant principle. I will forever love this man on his next action after a few months of my "notes". He sends a reply, and damn good one at that. Just a quick jaunt of "Don't be late again" that he always has to do, to everyone this teacher bothers him with, but underneath it was a little scribble "I always enjoy your little stories when they come across my desk" and a little more that memory is too fuzzy to recall.

Score! When an authority figure shakes your hand when you're wallowing in idiocy, you can help but feel pride in that wallowing. The next one I put so much effort into it that I was bursting with pride. The heavens opened up and swallowed me, but only due to the impossibility of time travel was I even *able* to make it to school. Or something along the lines of that, but it was fun, and I enjoyed very damn minute of it.

My bliss was brought to an end when the next day she told me no one was amused, and that if I didn't write a "real" paper, she'll send me to detention. She even destroyed the beautiful thing I had written, and threw it away.

Cruel world, why do you hurt me so?