Wednesday, October 26, 2016
When I was in junior high, we had fund raising sleepovers. Boys in one room, girls in another. Anywho, everyone was running through the school at about 3 am and looking out the windows. Mind you, there were about 50 kids plus teachers. And I was in the back and I lowered my voice and said, "I see a man with a knife out there." Well, chaos ensued. First, I ran with the girls screaming and crying, you know just to see what that was like. Then I watched the boys run around with bats and threatening everything that moved. Then I hung with the teachers who were contemplating calling the police. It was quite interesting to observe it from every angle. Needless to say, I never got caught cuz I was a good kid. After about an hour, I got bored and went to bed leaving the teachers with a lot of sobbing girls and bat crazed boys. I suppose I should say sorry about that one. I'm not right and I never have been. It's kind of funny Anna ended up a teacher with a mom like me.
The big question is were you a good kid or a bad kid? Please keep in mind that I was a bad kid that was one the honor roll and in sports. It is really easy to be bad when everyone thinks your a goodie-goodie.