Hit Cruise Control and Rubbed My Eyes
My nose the texture of a lightly smoked beef jerky and the tops of my knees the same color of pink as that of a jumper of a newborn baby girl. Every time I scrunch my face, it feels like crinkled up paper.
Ah, the start of summer.
Officially, the first day of my summer was last Friday, but I was knee-deep in the football camp we were running.
However, my burnt exterior didn’t come from that. That was yesterday, at Heidi’s (my sister-in-law) graduation at OSU. Held in The Salsa Bowl (aka Reeser Stadium) the sun came out in full force. Now I wince when my shorts rub over my knees.
This was Jess’s first full year of teaching, while she says that she is happy that the year is over, I think that she secretly misses her kindergarteners.
At my high school, on the last day for the seniors, a group of three seniors got into my room (with help, I’m sure) and covered the walls with tinfoil. As well, they stacked all of the desk and chairs… covering them in tinfoil as well. On top of the tinfoil, there was a healthy layer of silly string.
The worst part of the prank was not the clean up. What leaves me raw is that they got the idea from me. Further proof that I need to keep my mouth closed.
But don’t worry, dear reader, I got them back. Those same pranksters invited me to their graduation parties. I was happy to go. I brought them each a gift card; of course, each card was encased in two hundred feet of tinfoil. Each card felt like it weighed five pounds. I was lucky enough to watch one of the pranksters unwrap this card, it took him at least of ten minutes.
It was all good fun. The prank was in good taste and I actually took it as a sign of respect… as well, revenge is always fun.
On the docket for this summer: