Running Cries and Short Fires: 6 May 2016

Running Cries and Short Fires: 6 May 2016

   May 07, 2016       Cecil Arjun

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Some interesting things happened yesterday.

When accidental and awkward contact happens, it should not matter that much.
Yet it was that funny when one classmate (who I will call "Nat") waved everyone inside and accidentally tapped derriere of member of opposite gender (dork dairies). It really was neither of their faults as I do not think that "dork dairies" was looking and "Nat" was facing those people in line farther from door.

During PE, we were supposed to run a mile. I, being insanely slow (and lazy as result of my epic failures -- more to come in later posts), was taking about a minute a lap. We were supposed to do 16 laps.

I started out counting my laps, but soon stopped and told myself to hurry up. However, instead of actually cycling through short bursts and then walking in super tired manner (like I had done on practice mile), I just kept on going at same absurdly lax pace while cursing myself (latter of which I did last time).

Somewhere in middle of this incident came this "novel" idea: walk around while keeping my eyes closed. I wear vision aids/have vision problems; why am I so reliant on sight? I am so weak that I cannot live without seeing things. (this is how I think; I do not recommend it.)

As you can probably see, that made no sense and thus, I was hesitantly walking and finding myself already fair distance from cone to go around it --- almost every time. We were supposed to go around cones to count that distance as a "lap".

After a while, I acted on knowledge that this was problematic and hung my glasses into pocket of my badge holder, which was tied to soccer goal net, which ended up being helpful as will be shown.

Then, when I was finally asked how many laps I had done, I said, "11, 9, 2 --- I don't know and don't care," and continued but people told me to hurry up, which was not unusual (last time I gained my energy and finished but skipped last lap), but for some reason I was really annoyed by it on that day.

"I'll be done for you people! [mental reference to last time where I hurried for our free time] {finishes lap} Why don't I just run into fence now?" and I proceeded to do so, grabbing bars of fence and sticking my legs through bars. (not as creepy as it sounds --- we are not required to wear athletic clothing and I do not care to change; therefore, it is already less weird.)

"You just said you did eleven laps or so; you're not done.
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Do two more laps and then I will count you done."

I attempted to do so and successfully finished, but somewhere within, I just lost my will and my [expletive] and started crying; I tried restricting myself but utterly failed and then exited.

Almost simultaneously, another class came outside and thus could see exactly what was going on.

"Come back over here! Why are you gathering so much extra attention? Why are you crying?"
"I don't know." "I don't know either."

I came up with something that somewhat made sense as half-truth but was somehow incomplete:
"I did not run fast enough." (or something like that)

"There was no time limit; all I graded you on was effort. I said I did not care about time, just that everyone finished." {continues crying} "Relax. Calm down." {is led towards entrance}

I "calm down" while forcefully telling myself to hold my breath [I am terrible at holding my breath] and stop crying.

I went to relieve myself via drinking water (we do not have showers) in restroom and started staring at my face up close in mirror and laughed. "I look so weird," and washed my face, exited, drank from water fountain and kept on doing so while annoying myself because I was spilling water.

Then I realized I forgot my glasses.

I came back outside to hear Pat going on and imagining others in group being impregnated/being fathers (Pat brings up odd topics to talk bout and never ceases to amuse me. Then again, my sense of humor is pretty substandard.), to which I replied, "Who is going to [expletive] us?"
Pat: "Imagine Beak ---" Everyone else denies, to which I reply, "You said you wanted to procreate."

Teacher asked us our times and "Hotel Ram" remembered that my time was put down as 15:32.
When did that happen? Since last time I did 15 laps in 16:05, I calculated that I did 14.5 laps and decided to do another lap, even though I was allowed to relax. We were dismissed as soon as I reached

After we left class, "Nat" asked if I cried because teacher was rude; since that was not case, I replied in negative and then inquired on why he asked to begin with. People kept on asking me why I cried throughout day. I figured it out by then, but to be fast about it, I said I did not really know (also true).

Now I realize that I cried because I thought rightly that I was and still am weak physically/mentally/emotionally/etc. However, our weaknesses are what make us unique and give us room for improvement. As Gwendolen said in The Importance of Being Earnest, "Oh I hope I am not [perfect]. It would leave no room for developments, and I intend to develop in many directions."

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Another strange incident:

As usual, I was talking to "Bec" and "dork dairies" and we were going to start playing truth or dare, as we have recently established we shall do regularly.

Then, suddenly, we heard "Fire drill! Go outside!" (everyone quickly deduces microwave is guilty) and I grabbed my stuff and left, thinking [Wait, if this is happening in real time unplanned, how is this a drill?] and looked back to see one teacher messing with microwave.

[This is so disorderly; why are we doing this? Are not orderly lines organized meticulously by section our method? However, it is lunch and no one cares.]

One minute after we exited, another teacher yelled, "Go to your lockers and proceed to your regular classes." All students basically thought [that was a ridiculous waste of time].

Back-of-math-class group = BO-MC

As we transitioned into math class, "Shadow of Chaos" (only this person and "dork dairies" have predetermined nickname as they have posted on here) claimed to see that teacher unplugged it and fire stopped. Eh... SoC is messed up and not particularly liked but is decent frien-quaintance. Meanwhile, our other BO-MC member Pat kept on asking what happened due to being at bottle rocket team meeting and missing out.

We all figured out from those [girls] right next to those microwaves (who are right of our back-of-math-class area; girls and friends in general tend to gather in groups.) that someone put a quarter in, turned on microwave and left, causing it to burst in flames.

1/3 of day later, at dinnertime, I accidentally began getting water from refrigerator, forgetting that water filter needed to be replaced, although no one needs or wants to know as this is something which would have been entirely overlooked regardless of font size.