SATs. Day 1.

I took my SATs today. They weren't very hard. At all. Subjects were:

Spelling
Social Science
Reading Comprehension

And some other stuff that I really can't remember right now.

Wanna hear a funny story?

I was at lunch right, and I had a bag of Doritos. They were near empty (they were my friend's leftovers. You see, I don't eat lunch. Or breakfast. But breakfast is a different story. I'll go into that some other time) and I moved from my original spot, to sit in front of another friend (Kit, actually. Some of you might know her.). But, doing that required me to sit next to this annoying kid, Adam.

So, I'm minding my own buisness, when he asks me...well, more like demands me, to give him a Dorito. So, I act like I'm giving it to him, then snatch it away, and eat it myself. I do this a couple more times, when he gets mad, grabs the bottom of the bag, and squeezes it, in order to crush it. He does this twice, and my friend to the other side of me, is like, "You should pour that on him!". And I did.

So, as soon as I pour it all over his pants, I get up, and start to run. I see that HE'S getting up, and so, I see a teacher across the cafeteria (huge place, lemme tell ya), and she's my favorite, and I'm hers (to an extent), so I signal to her, and point at Adam. She walks over to him (he's totally oblivious, almost out of the aisle), and says, "ADAM, YOU WILL HAVE TO CLEAN THAT UP!".

And, as I sit back down, to the applause and high-fives of my friends, next thing I know, I have Doritos pouring all over my lap. Adam gets about, oh, five seconds to laugh, when, luckily for me, the principal saw him do it. So, he walks over to shocked Adam, "Get a broom, clean it up." he tells him. Ahh, revenge.

Then, I forget the Dorito bags on the table, as we're walking away, and my teacher stops my EX-BOYFRIEND, no less, and says, "Pick up those Dorito bags, now, and throw them away!"

Good times, good times.


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