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Alright, so if there's one thing that I've learned from my grueling, extremely hormonal, and depressing 3 years in middle school, it's this: getting hit in the head with a Bonzai hurts like hell.
When I was in 8th grade, our school went on one of our annual nature trips in the middle of nowhere to learn about the importance of conserving nature and protecting wildlife. It sounds innocent enough, but when you pack a bunch of hormonal 13 year-olds in a deserted forest with little adult supervision, things happen. We were actually two groups of schools, and even though none of us gave a hoot about school spirit, there's nothing that unifies us more than embarrassing the snobby catholic private school kids that we learned to hate over the years. All the kids from our cabin decided that we were going to teach those kids a lesson and came up with our grand plan of sneaking into their cabin at night and scaring the holy spirit right out of them. So in the dead middle of the night, me and a group of my friends stuffed a couple of pantyhoses over our head, and headed out. We waited for the right moment when all the girls had their backs turned away from our entrance and barged in, looking like crazy people.
Now theres one thing i forgot to mention, Saint Paul's catholic school also happens to be a very DIVERSE bunch of kids. When we barged in, all the white girls screamed their pretty little heads off and sank into a level of hysteria that still haunts me today, but not Sasha and Keke, the two african american girls in the group. Nah they had other plans, cus when black girls get mad, all hell bout to break lose. I wish i could tell you the rest of the story but before i ould even blink, sweet little catholic keke grabbed a bonzai tree off their dresser table and swung full face at my head.
the rest of the trip was a blur.
the end.
