Find Waldo, Lose Friends.

I was THE BEST child in my kindergarten class. I feel like now would be an excellent time to end this post whilst I'm ahead, however I didn't create this blog in order to quit while ahead. I created in order to chronicle the happenings of my life in a exciting and mostly true way. So I will write what I owe the Internet.

I was THE BEST child in my kindergarten class until my best friend found Waldo. At first thought, finding Waldo is pretty impressive. It might would even make me want to personally give my friend a handshake, pat on the back, or possibly even a hug. No probably not a hug. That's just pushing it. But at least a friendly high five. That would be the thought anyway if I wasn't THE BEST (I totally accidentally just typed the breat which autocorrected to the breast. Win) child in my kindergarten class.

One Night of Lawlessness: Aftermath

I turned around and looked at the school building. I watched as the light to the stairs got turned on....

(if this quote is unfamiliar to you, this final post would make more sense if you went here and read this first)

I was terrified. Not only had I forgotten to text Egypt to tell him I was on my way, but also someone who potentially could ruin my chance of graduating was seconds away from catching me. I needed to think quickly. One more time I needed to use that brain that earned me Valedictorian... 

I laid down. Flat down. In the middle of the parking lot and I stopped breathing. I lied there ready to die. (I have NO idea if I used the correct verbs of "lay" in those sentences. "lay" was never my strong suit. "You got lied?!") These were my final moments, and the school would escape unscathed while I rot in the parking lot for my attempted misdemeanors.