I’ve never been much of a rebel.
Never shoplifted as a teenager. Didn’t get drunk and vomit all over my parents while they were sleeping. Wasn’t courageous enough to light up a square in the high school bathroom.
Ooh, just remembered. Once as a freshman nature during my civics class. I was having stomach problems and needed to do very bad things. Excused to the bathroom I commenced to do what I do when I do how I do. Also, I’d like to mention that the sick screwballs at my private, Catholic high school didn’t bother to put doors on the stalls. There’s no way that would be allowed today what will all that religion’s shenanigans.
So, anyway, I’m doing what I do worst and the goddamned fire alarm goes off. Fine, except I’m only a third of the way through this movie. I hear the students run down the halls and outside onto the lawn. I was stuck. Since I’m not a pussy it never occurred to me to be afraid of a fire. No, I was afraid of being caught by a fireman and then marched outside in from of the student body. That would be more humiliated than I already was on a regular basis.
It’s not like I could do that super cool move where you pick up your feet and put them on the bowl so that nobody sees you during a routine sweep. I’m still shocked that we didn’t have doors. I’m not sure I can write that sentence enough times without it blowing my mind.
Okay, so I’d finish up and join the other frosh out on the quad. No, can’t do that. Same outcome. They’d think I either started the fire or something. Either way I’d have to answer for my deeds. Plus, I wasn’t done yet. Wait – couldn’t I just complete my business and go back to class after the fire drill was over? No – then all the students would know I was in the bathroom dropping toads and missed the big to-do. The objective was to draw the least amount of attention to myself as possible.
Shockingly nobody checked the boys’ bathroom. This is amazing because there were only two bathrooms in the whole school. And again, no doors on the stalls. Would have taken only three seconds.
Now I was starting to sweat. I wasn’t done. They’d be filing back in soon after realizing this was some junior’s prank. Dammit, this had to be timed just perfectly. I needed to be coming out of the bathroom at just the same time as people were filing in.
Well, not unlike a Joffrey dancer, I landed right on point. The only wrinkle was that I still had the bathroom hall pass. I stuffed it into my Dockers until the end of class and then casually dropped it off on the chalkboard. Nobody knew nothing.
Coda – it’s not like I was able to run off with the homecoming queen since I averted this embarrassment. I’m not sure why I gave a shit. Pun intended.
Wait, wasn’t this post supposed to be about how I’m a rebel in certain ways? I totally lost my train of thought there. Oh well. There’s always tomorrow.
