An unrelated story.
The following is the true account of a true student. It was originally written to a friend, but deemed important enough to post and share with the world.
Walking along Great King St. in Dunedin with myself were Kat, Liz, Osasehi and Chelsea. The time was approximately 9:28 pm and we were escorting Kat to the bus station.
Suddenly, I spied a suspicious-looking item on the road - lying in approximately the same place that a car tire would sit when a car is parked at the roadside.
The suspicious-looking package looked suspiciously like a package of inexpensive, minty-fresh chewing gum. Lo and behold, it was! Buried underneath the three crushed and contaminated pieces lay one pristine candy-coated piece. Untouched, it called to me through the mist of voices. The voices were crying,
"No Liz! A dog could have peed on it!"
"Don't do it! It might be drugged!"
My TRUE friend of the bunch, Chelsea, let the piece of gum speak through her. With a sly smile she spoke.
"Do it, Liz."
It was yummy. Minty fresh, it served it's purpose and made my teeth (and breath) sparkle. I was told I was going to die. But I figured - bring it on!
And that's my story. Now I'm going to read about Abnormal Psychology where they'll probably describe, in detail, what's wrong with people who eat food off the ground.
...but I'm pretty sure they're called "students."
Walking along Great King St. in Dunedin with myself were Kat, Liz, Osasehi and Chelsea. The time was approximately 9:28 pm and we were escorting Kat to the bus station.
Suddenly, I spied a suspicious-looking item on the road - lying in approximately the same place that a car tire would sit when a car is parked at the roadside.
The suspicious-looking package looked suspiciously like a package of inexpensive, minty-fresh chewing gum. Lo and behold, it was! Buried underneath the three crushed and contaminated pieces lay one pristine candy-coated piece. Untouched, it called to me through the mist of voices. The voices were crying,
"No Liz! A dog could have peed on it!"
"Don't do it! It might be drugged!"
My TRUE friend of the bunch, Chelsea, let the piece of gum speak through her. With a sly smile she spoke.
"Do it, Liz."
It was yummy. Minty fresh, it served it's purpose and made my teeth (and breath) sparkle. I was told I was going to die. But I figured - bring it on!
And that's my story. Now I'm going to read about Abnormal Psychology where they'll probably describe, in detail, what's wrong with people who eat food off the ground.
...but I'm pretty sure they're called "students."