This afternoon I was staying back after school waiting for a friend to catch the train with so I decided to use that time to scribble with my tablet when I realised that I wasn’t holding my tablet pen. I proceeded to empty my pockets, and then my entire bag which contained 24 issues of national geographic, an old McDonalds paper bag who knows how old and shards of assorted plastic cutlery, and it still wasn’t there. Then I realised I had left it in my english classroom. Usually leaving stuff in classrooms in no big deal, but my english teacher, bless his beautiful soul, feels the need to lock the door right after everyone leaves. The classroom next to it though was open, and the two rooms are divided by this weird panelly wall which comes apart and folds up to create one big room. So I tried to open it except nothing happened so I kept trying for about 10 minutes before I remembered it had this switchy turny thing which required this blue metal thing sort of like an allan key but big enough to fight off a horde of children with. After I opened that part there was a gap in between the last panel and the wall, so I pushed and pulled the panel and it wouldn’t budge. After about another half hour of pushing and pulling but mostly pushing different panels I ended up with a slanted, slightly zig zag wall and a gap which I managed to squeeze an arm and a leg through and not get back for another 5 minutes. Seeing as that was useless I looked around for anything else when I found a paper clip on the ground. So, with my complete lack of lock picking skills I tried to open the main classroom door with the paper clip, and I managed to get it almost unlocked except then the paper clip was a total butt and bend stupid and wouldn’t work. So I went down to the level where my bag was prepared to die from grief when I saw this guy who works there and isn’t a teacher or cleaner he does stuff with lights and designing posters and is married to one of the art teachers I think. Anyway, he had a key and he opened it up for me so it was all good and I have my precious tablet pen.
And seeing as I value my life, I’m apologising in a place where the english teachers won’t find me.
Duncan, Gillespie, I’m sorry I made your wall all bent and leaning.
