September 11th, It's what's happening.

So a few days ago was September 11th.

While in school there was no mention to the significance of this day outside of a rogue history teacher who talked about it a bit. Hmm... I though. How completely out of order. SO, after half a day of nothing me and a good friend approached the Starr and said: "WTBH?! This is important. What are you going to do by school end?"
The Starr said,"Well, seckasaa secka secka secka saa. I'll try to talk to some administrators."
I responded:"YOU ARE THE ADMINISTRATOR."
He replied,"Don't talk to me in that tone of voice young man."
To that I punched him in his relatively large stomach and ran.

Nothing was announced for the rest of the day. One of his excuses was that "We mention the victims of 9/11 on veterans day {then, essentially} so then everyone can feel sad about everybody all in one day."

...I'm glad we've learned to be efficient in our dealings with sadness; Don't feel sad for a long time, that's silly. Save up all your mourning grief for one or two days throughout the year so we can keep up productivity or whatever.

Positive humanity is fighting a losing battle.

-(P)

I was punched in the face by an ant.

I woke up this morning to discover a very small wound on my forehead. It wasn't a zit, but was about the size of one. I wondered how this came to be.

The only conclusion I could come to was that I had accidentally stepped on some ants. Witnessing this act was this one ant whose relatives I had killed. He tried to follow me home to avenge their deaths but lost me quickly because he's just so small. He remembered he has some sweet scent smelling skills so he used them to find where I live and sleep. By the time he found me it was pretty late and I was sleeping, so he climbed up on my forehead and punched me in the face.

Or something else.

-Parker Edwards_