7:02 AM, and I'm going to be late to class if I don't hurry up since it takes forever to walk up the stairs and holy crap what the hell is this car accident doing in the courtyard?
It took me a moment to adjust to this new addition to my morning landscape. I stopped walking. Part of me thought I was dead, that that was my car all smashed up and broken, and that I was having some sort of out-of-my-dead-body experience, where my soul was stopping to survey the scene before passing on to heaven. Then I realized, I wouldn't be going to heaven, so odds are, I was probably still alive.
No, it was just the obligatory prom death car. Week before prom, homecoming, and any other activity where students are liable to have fun, the death car is always rolled out, to scare you into driving 30 miles under the speed limit. I mean, yeah, I get why you would do this, but still... somebody somewhere is just bitter they didn't get to enjoy their prom, so they're trying to rain on our parade.
I'll have you know, things like this, I take as a challenge.
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3 comments:
did you already have prom?
i bet you looked sharp
yes we did
i thought i looked pretty sharp, don't know if anyone else agreed :-)
if only you could share a picture.
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