| 03/30/09 10:19 AM |
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Andrew Hartwell
So, here is a funny memory I have. Remember how Monte Vera and all his disciples used to come to school with food fight kits? And just how crazy the food fights got?
One day during senior year, I saw our principal, Ray J. Davis (that is a hilarious memory all by itself!), talking to a bunch of sophomore girls I knew. He was explaining to them in RayJDavisEse that they couldn't bring their birthday balloon into the lunch area. MMmmm, uhh,, mmm, Nadine, you, err, uhh, mmmmmmmm, mmmmm, can't erm, mmmh, have a, er, uhnm, mmmm balloon here because of the er, mmmmh, unggh, hunh, the er food fights....
I decided to ham it up and be their gallant rescuer. "Ah, but Mr. Davis, these are fine, upstanding girls. Did you know that they are on student council? they wouldn't do anything to start a..." When all of a sudden a tomato flew past my head. I turned just in time to see a wall of fries, bread, and lots of other food by-products flying straight at me. I twisted and dodged like I'd stepped on a live power line. I avoided nearly every projectile.
When the food fight was over, I turned around to look at Mr. Davis. He had a vanilla shake on his coat lapel with splash damage on his chin and shoulders. A few other food items had gotten stuck in the blobs of shake. I realized why I had seen so much more action than usual. Standing by the principal in a food fight -- freshman mistake. I tried so hard to talk to him with a straight face, but as the shake started melting, I just lost it. I felt terrible because I thought he might think I was laughing at the way he talked...
Oh, never mind.
Bye for now.
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