Purple feather day

So the other day I was speaking at Central High School, once again, had to park on Dodge street so I tried to pull my suitcase/cooler/knife kit all while dressed in a chefs coat as quickly as possible praying to God no one I knew happened to be driving down Dodge at that exact moment and would catch a glimpse of me. Once inside, I learned it was Purple Feather day. Apparently, this is like a Central pride day or something- but this day only honors the smart kids, so as one student told me, "it's a day when lot of kids say they gonna bring them guns to school and shoot em all up." Okay, well guess that explained all of the police cars I saw parked outside. Still, not exactly a comforting thought considering the night before I had a dream I got shot. Even though I was shot by a fellow driver in my dream whom I had cut off and then proceeded to flip off, it was still kind of a weird coincidence. So I was pretty much on edge the entire day. The first class I spoke in there was this one girl who seemed to glare at me the entire time. And then I noticed she started to rock back and fourth in her seat, still just glaring at me. She was definitely giving me the stank eye and it really started to freak me out, especially the rocking. So I started to plan what I would do in case she pulled a weapon out of her book bag. A bag that had various scribbles on it like weed leafs, ying yangs, 4:20 and the word Ke$ha? What the hell I wondered. Why would she have wrote Ke$ha on her bag? Man I hate all of that girl's songs, they're just awful, not to mention all the same. It's just her babbling in that high pitched annoying voice talking about blah blah blah, and tooth paste that tastes like Jack, and boys that cheat on her, I don't know I just think she is worthless. But anyway, back to my plan as to what to do in case my life is one the line. I started to debate if I wanted to be the hero and try to take the girl out using my knife kit, or should I be a coward and try to jump behind the very large boy who was sitting almost directly to my left. I mean the kid was huge, I was pretty sure he would stop the momentum of a bullet without even flinching. Hell, he might not even feel it. Well, long story short, the girl never shot me and I actually made it out of the school without any bullet wounds. So all in all not a bad day. Once I get through next week and then the next I will officially be singing the sweet song of summer. But honestly, I only have to work about 2 hours a day this week, and only for three days. So it's getting real close I can almost taste it. And that means I am getting real close to turning 23, I'm so excited to be Michael Jordan's number for an entire year!!