I have officially announced yet another golden rule: it is literally impossible to find a backpack. It is impossible to find a good backpack.

That is, in Wal-Mart.

You may have heard of Wal-Mart. You may not, although that’s actually rather impossible, unless you live in a remote spot in the rainforest with a very long Internet cable to a city… and I’m not even going to talk about how you got that wire.

Anyway, just in case you are using that long wire, Wal-Mart is the most money-earning everything shop in the world. It’s usually true that you get a lot of stuff you never planned to get there. I found out. How? Read on.

After more than 1 hour of shopping at Wal-Mart, we were seriously running late on time. All of a sudden, I horrifically discovered with terror that we had forgotten to buy a backpack!

We had gotten a dog cage for my upcoming dog (I think I’ll name him Peanut), a clock, and for the unplanned: a set of tools, some car oil, some vegetables, Tide detergent, yogurt, milk, and some Trident gum (see what I’m talking about when I say you get stuff you don’t need?)

Yet we had forgotten a backpack! It was one of those things that I wanted but forgot to plan (along with antivirus software, a new watch that’s $300, encyclopedia, the universe, etc…).

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Just a few days ago, I had a recess dilemma. It all began when we came out from lunch. We were walking on our way out.

At my school, we only have thirty minutes of recess time. Per day. That is so little, it has come to an extent that some of us actually count our recess by seconds.

So naturally, I ran straight over to play War, which happens to be a game where you pretend the lawnmower is a evil person named Mr. Ocax (yes, we stole that from Poppy by AVI) and you shoot him. He starts out clean, but in the end we pretend the grass clippings are blood.

We were just to the point where he was coming towards us when a few drops of ran fell. It was barely any. Just “drip, drip“.

Yet that tiny little bit caused a lot of commotion. Particularly because the teacher happened to have her hand out while doing the hand moves of talking to another teacher.

Drip. And then you wait three seconds for another one, and then it’s this:

HHHHHUUUUUIIIIIIPPPP! There goes the whistle.

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