![]() And she was known for having a laugh like deranged chimp and hyena in one. At first I was relieved because it happened so quietly that no one else seemed to notice. Said ankle got hooked on said bar and unceremoniously dumped me on the cafeteria floor as ruthlessly as I had just dumped him. However, I forgot as I stood up at the end of my speech to make my dramatic exit, that the seat I was in at the cafeteria table was the one connected by a metal bar about ankle level. So I gave an impassioned speech about respect and boundaries, and that I refused to be ignored any longer and it was over. The catalyst being that for once I only wanted to have lunch with my bestie and he suddenly decides to grace me with his presence. This annoyed me because he still claimed I was his girlfriend and I wasn’t allowed to eat lunch with any other guy friends without getting the third degree. However, he never included me and weeks would go by without us ever having lunch together. He was very much a social butterfly, like I was, and would hang out with different people each day, which was totally cool with me as I did the same. I was ‘going out’ with a boy on the football team, which pretty much just consisted of him coming to sit with me at lunch. I have at least one for every year that still haunt me but this one pops into my head first every time. I was lucky Gym was my last class I squelched all the way to my mom's car and broke down crying from embarrassment. If she hadn't physically stopped me there was security between me and it and with no note they would have returned me, or worse put me in on campus suspension.worst day of my life. I was 14 years old and peed myself in public simply because she locked the gym doors and the next nearest girl's bathroom was on the other side of the campus and I wouldn't have made it. While I played tennis trying not to jostle around too much, I felt a painful and literal POP in my groin, and then I felt hot liquid run down my legs. She forced me to play tennis because I went to the male gym teachers to plead my case and she didn't like that. I said "please.need to pee bad.I will be quick!" She told me "No! Get out! You should have peed before class!" It was a 45 minute PE class and my bladder was already straining. Female gym teacher grabbed my arm and told me to get out, I was the last person and she needed to lock the doors. Got my gym clothes on, rushed towards the bathroom stalls. I ran to the girl's locker room because I needed to pee and was already gonna be late. My previous class let out late because of A-hole disruptive students. Of course, this choice was not because of the ants.for the most part.īathrooms were few and far between in my high school. As for the rest of my time in high school, I decided to skip the lunch period altogether, picking up another class to take instead. Now, this has never happened in years before, and luckily had it happened for the remainder of the year. It was as if the ant vanquisher had succeeded in her noble duty, closing the curtain on the great ant saga. Somehow, after all that, the day proceeded as normal with no ant to be seen in my locker nor bookbag. As this was going on, my best friend armed herself with her finest pencil and lowered the eraser side down on the ants as if playing a strange game of whack-a-mole, killing them all while I stood absolutely horrified for the second time that day. Out from my binder, reminiscent of the Olympic opening ceremony, came dozens of even more ants appearing in every direction and covering my desk. After lunch ended and I had returned to class, the ants had decided that their performance was a hit and prepared oh so generously an encore. Of course, this event could have ended there, but nope. Needless to say, my lunch had to be thrown out and the principal landed up giving me money to buy something from the school cafeteria. Every ant that had magically disappeared after cleaning the counters must have found refuge in my bag that morning. As soon as it is placed on the table and opened ever so slightly, Satan's black parade started swarming out of my lunchbox and all over the lunch table. ![]() ![]() Well, one fine spring day, I bring my lunchbox as usual to school, whipping it out at lunchtime to eat. Two: I always brought a lunchbox rather than buy the school lunch. One: Every year in the spring, my house would get infested with small black ants that no amount of Raid nor traps nor Zeus' almighty thunderbolts could get rid of -all- of them. ![]() Let me just preface this with two things:
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