Earlier this week, I was in a predicament in the middle school downstairs locker hall. I decided to take a shortcut on the way to PE, and it did not end well. A younger student opened the door and went in, and I thought that I had enough room to slip in without touching the door. BIG MISTAKE!! The door shut on me, and I was trapped between the pole and the door. I was worried that my gym teacher wouldn't believe my story, and tried to dislodge myself from the door. I grew more and more desperate as time passed.
I was so worried that I wouldn't make it to class on time. I struggled against the door, but it was to no avail. I considered yelling, but no one would hear me. It was too close to the final bell. Finally, a sixth-grader walked by and saw my predicament. After a short judgmental stare, he emancipated me from the hall. I ran to class and barely made it on time. All I could think was that things like that only happen to me.
Well, speaking as the girl that the swimming locker room door actually fell off its hinges and landed on top of until someone could help me get it off of me and prop it upright, I feel your pain. Even though things can go a lot worse, these kind of moments have their own element of pure terror though, don't they...
ReplyDeleteWell, you think that's bad? Do you know the weight equipment that raises weight using a pulley system? Well I enjoyed putting my finger in between those weights "for the fun of it". I'm sure you can fill in the blanks.
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