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fandomhigh2007-12-17 10:01 am
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Keeping Your Wits About You... [Monday 2nd Period 10-11] Class # 15 The Final
Wilson stood waiting for his class to file in as per usual on a Monday morning. There was an extra special spread of holiday cookies and other treats laid out for the kids and Wilson himself wore a bit of a melancholy smile as he sipped his coffee and watched.
As soon as everyone was in and settled, he started the final class.
"Well guys, it's that time. Final class of the term. I just want to say what a wonderful time I've had teaching you all and getting to first hand witness some of the amazingly creative ways you've all come up with for coping with what I've thrown at you this semester. It's been a lot of fun."
Straightening, he walked over to the chalk board and began to write.
"Here is your final scenario. You have blue books at your desk, please write me up an essay on how you would cope with the following scenario."
The Vending Machine ate my lunch!
[ooc: OCDson the way are up!]
As soon as everyone was in and settled, he started the final class.
"Well guys, it's that time. Final class of the term. I just want to say what a wonderful time I've had teaching you all and getting to first hand witness some of the amazingly creative ways you've all come up with for coping with what I've thrown at you this semester. It's been a lot of fun."
Straightening, he walked over to the chalk board and began to write.
"Here is your final scenario. You have blue books at your desk, please write me up an essay on how you would cope with the following scenario."
The Vending Machine ate my lunch!
[ooc: OCDs
Re: The Final
First I’m gonna have to cuss at the freaking machine. I mean, dude, I stick in my money and don’t get Jack all for it? Hell no. So I stick in another bill, thinking the thing might be jammed. Hell no! Stole my freaking money again!
I’m kind of getting pissed now and kick the damn machine cause it feels freaking good to do so (not because I‘m 12 or anything). I could torch the son of a bitch but then I risk melting my lunch and yeah, not good. That’s why I’m here right? To get my lunch cause I’m freaking hungry.
I yell for my girlfriend to come and try it and allow her to waste a buck or two before I realize that yeah, the freaking steel box is a defect and it’s not going to give me my lunch. Dammit. Doesn’t matter that it gave five people before me their yummy goodies. The damn thing is screwed up and I want my freaking money back. Or my lunch. Whichever I can get first.
My girlfriend leaves at my gentle insisting cause from here on out, things just weren’t going to be pretty with this stupid vending box from hell. I decided -that- in the 2.3 seconds it took to get my girlfriend to safety.
I then proceed to kick the machine again. Then again. Nothing. I rock the sucker back and forth, trying to dislodge my lunch cause man, I’m freaking starving now. Nothing. Stupid piece of sh-- Anyway… did I mention I was starving? Like the worst sort of starving ever. It’s like you see your food but you just can’t get it! It’s like having a freaking huge head with little arms. Know what I mean?
I get a touch carried away and suddenly the machine is smoking. Okay, it’s worse than smoking. I torched the son of a bitch and everything in it. Now nobody can have anything. Wouldn’t be fair right? For them to get their treat when I couldn’t have mine? That sucks, man. So it’s a fiery, melting mess.
I didn’t do it. I hightail my ass outta there.
Screw my job, screw everything! I’m going to Burger King.