ow ow ow

the cramps started just a few minutes after first period did, so I couldn't make it to a bathroom to chug down ibuprofen (thanks, ryan--i knew there was a cosmic reason why i stole them) until 90 minutes later. by that point, my insides were screaming their discontent, and i rammed my hip up against the "welcome basket" by the door, producing a lovely apostrophe-shaped cut and bruise.



despite these setbacks, i ran to the restroom as soon as the bell rang, did my business, cleaned my wound, chugged down drugs, and made it back to second period before the tardy bell rang.

which is why, students, you only get one bathroom pass every six weeks. if i have to wait, i'm taking the rest of you down with me.