Ffej
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So there I was, in my old high school making an alumni donation (a good thing) and I met with the Princip-al, vice-principal, truant officer and another big wig there, all about my age or maybe less, and I was the bell of the ball that I was giving them $$ for a project. They had me surrounded in the tiny office and as I was writing out the check, I found myself about 6y.o.m feet not touching the ground in the chair like Shirley Temple, and found myself struggling to breath. What an amazing sensation that I had to breathe through and mentally talk my self down, that these were mere plebes in a HS who were eating out of my hand.
Dunno if it was the HS thing in the principals office or what but it lasted about 90 seconds, left me a bit shaken but still able to make jokes with the 'gang.' I must still have something to hide from these authorities even though I had a higher degree than any of them there!
Dunno if it was the HS thing in the principals office or what but it lasted about 90 seconds, left me a bit shaken but still able to make jokes with the 'gang.' I must still have something to hide from these authorities even though I had a higher degree than any of them there!