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When I was living in my hometown of Brevard years ago, I had a ball in my high school days. This is a true story. We had to take home economics as part of our studies in order to graduate.
The football players took the course also, because they thought it was an easy course, but they found out different. Their class came after ours. My friend knew that I could not sew and she could not cook, so we traded positions. I cooked for her and she made me a pair of flannel Pjs. Her name was Shirly.
Well, anyway, the football team ate everything we cooked. So we got wise to that and had to take action, and fast. I made chocolate brownies or chocolate cake and put chocolate-flavored Ex-Lax in them. When they ate it, the trouble stopped! In fact, it brought everything to a screeching halt.
Then, the next thing happened. We had to go to the library to check out books to read. Anyway, Mrs. Galloway — nobody liked her at all and everybody hated her because she was so mean and hateful. Even my principal Mr. Kinnisy hated her. So Mr. Kinnisy, early one morning, loaded some of his cows into the library and left them in there! And boy, they made a mess!
She was so mad and shocked she tried to yell, but nothing came out of her mouth. And then she went slip-sliding to the nearest door she could find, left and didn’t come back for a long time! And we saw that it was so funny we could hardly stop laughing.
P.S. — When one thing goes wrong, everything goes wrong — Murphy’s Law. And in chemistry class, someone turned the water faucet backwards so that when it was turned on, the whole front row got soaking wet!
Ann S. Brown