Explosions and Swimming Notebooks

Today, I was sitting in AP Government and Politics when I decided to open my seltzer bottle. I had already had a little bit of it to drink, so I thought that I didn’t need to ease it open the way that I normally do. Well, I was wrong. It exploded, soaked my dress, and got all over my books.

Instead of reacting, I just sat there, staring at it, dumbfounded. Cecelia, being the reasonable one, jumped up, reached over, and rescued my floating¬†notebooks and binder. Finally, I got up from the rapidly forming puddle in my chair just as a boy was coming back into the room with a giant wad of toilet paper in lieu of paper towels. And, being toilet paper, it didn’t do a stellar job of wiping it up, so I had to walk all the way down the hall to the other side of the building only to discover that there were no paper towels in the girls’ bathroom either. Apparently, our school has decided that paper towels aren’t necessary and that our hands should drip dry.

By the time I made it back to the classroom, trailing toilet paper like it was my job, class was in full swing. I had the distinct pleasure of bursting into class looking like I was carrying a vary bizarre bouquet, having everyone look at me while I mopped up the puddle in my seat, and then sitting down to discover that I hadn’t done as good of job of drying my chair as I thought.

It’s a good thing I wasn’t in a bad mood.

In today’s other news, my scalp has been doing an awesome job of healing. I’d post a picture, but no one wants to look at the scab on my head or so says my mother.