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Jan. 3rd, 2005 05:58 pm(22:53:39) Toreun: send me a checque for $200?
(22:53:49) Toreun: *waits for away message*
(22:53:54) Sniffnoy: :P
(22:54:21) Sniffnoy: timing, Nick, timing :P
(22:54:31) Toreun: bah.
(22:55:16) Toreun: oh well
So before IGS, I was standing by my locker, which is at the far back end of the senior hallway, and I look out towards the other end of the hallway, and standing there, in the senior breezeway, I see... myself! It was incredibly creepy. I'm over *here*, amn't I? I thought. And then I realized it was actually Brian, and I had somehow mistaken him for myself.
Today I was reminded of a little story that happened in 3rd grade. I don't believe I've ever written it down anywhere, so here it is.
One day, I stayed a bit after school to ask the teacher[3] a question[0]. So I left a bit late, and as soon as I walk out the school door, I suddenly realize that my hands are cold, and I forgot my gloves. So I try to catch the door, but I'm not in time; I have to go back around to the main entrance. Meanwhile, Fran, my babysitter, has come looking for me. She comes to my classroom, and doesn't see me; however, she does find one of my gloves, which she takes back home. I, going around the school to the main entrance, finally make it back to the classroom, and begin to hunt through the closet for my gloves. I find one rather quickly, but I can't find the other. And so I stay there until, many minutes later, I am called down to the main office, because Fran was worried that I *still* hadn't come home, and I found out why I couldn't find my other glove. My teacher never even noticed that I came back - until I was called down, and she saw someone leaving the room wearing a hood.
We're starting surface integrals in math. Oh boy...
-Sniffnoy
[0]I don't actually remember that, but I'm assuming that's why I was late.
[3]Ms. Kaufman, was it?
--
"I think a church with a lightning rod shows a decided lack of confidence."
-Dromous
(22:53:49) Toreun: *waits for away message*
(22:53:54) Sniffnoy: :P
(22:54:21) Sniffnoy: timing, Nick, timing :P
(22:54:31) Toreun: bah.
(22:55:16) Toreun: oh well
So before IGS, I was standing by my locker, which is at the far back end of the senior hallway, and I look out towards the other end of the hallway, and standing there, in the senior breezeway, I see... myself! It was incredibly creepy. I'm over *here*, amn't I? I thought. And then I realized it was actually Brian, and I had somehow mistaken him for myself.
Today I was reminded of a little story that happened in 3rd grade. I don't believe I've ever written it down anywhere, so here it is.
One day, I stayed a bit after school to ask the teacher[3] a question[0]. So I left a bit late, and as soon as I walk out the school door, I suddenly realize that my hands are cold, and I forgot my gloves. So I try to catch the door, but I'm not in time; I have to go back around to the main entrance. Meanwhile, Fran, my babysitter, has come looking for me. She comes to my classroom, and doesn't see me; however, she does find one of my gloves, which she takes back home. I, going around the school to the main entrance, finally make it back to the classroom, and begin to hunt through the closet for my gloves. I find one rather quickly, but I can't find the other. And so I stay there until, many minutes later, I am called down to the main office, because Fran was worried that I *still* hadn't come home, and I found out why I couldn't find my other glove. My teacher never even noticed that I came back - until I was called down, and she saw someone leaving the room wearing a hood.
We're starting surface integrals in math. Oh boy...
-Sniffnoy
[0]I don't actually remember that, but I'm assuming that's why I was late.
[3]Ms. Kaufman, was it?
--
"I think a church with a lightning rod shows a decided lack of confidence."
-Dromous
