Blameless Feet and Hill Creep

It is the principal, Dr. Fiore. I glance back at him. "Don't blame me," I tell him. "I just came outside. I had class eighth period. You can check.&quot

"Well someone in football cleats just walked all over the lawn and tore it up!" howls Dr. Fiore.

I'm not wearing football cleats. I hope the principal notices and leaves me alone. Eventually he does and I walk home. This is going to be a long boring afternoon. I decide to study to get the dumb mystic ideas out of my head. Those lines were just a bunch of dumb jocks racing around on the lawn. Now for some real stuff.

Too bad my desk is a mess. I just keep piling up the books I have been using until they make a tower. My mother hates the site of the thing, so I let it grow bigger and bigger to see how high it can get like the Tower of Babel in the Bible. Well, while I am studying, my tower decides to collapse. Down comes my eleventh year math practice book, my old chemistry practice book, several novels and who knows what else. I start picking up the pieces and notice that the chemistry book has lodged itself open to show a three dimmensional diagram of an atom.

1. I take a look at the diagram.
2. I rebuild my tower carefully. I am not going to let one little spill derail me from seeing how high I can get the thing.
3. I decide it really is time to put away all those books.

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