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jedusorOkay, it was dumb to write my conclusion at the last minute, but it really was a combination of circumstances that caused me to forget to copy it over. I was at work; there were distractions; the printer didn't work, so I was late to class, and I thought I was going first, so I panicked. Yeah, not the smartest move, but big deal, right? It's just a grade.
Rewind a few days. Sharai had an incident with a pervert on the bus, and decided that it would be a good idea to buy some mace, in case things get ugly. She takes the Troost bus to get home, and anyone who knows Kansas City knows that mace is not a bad thing to have on hand on the Troost bus. Particularly if you're as endowed as Sharai is in the cup-size department.
Yesterday, Sharai finally got her mace. I didn't get a chance to see it until just before political science class this morning. We were both sitting in the classroom, along with most of the class, and the teacher hadn't shown up yet, so Sharai pulled it out to show me. Intrigued, I fiddled around with it a bit. It wasn't marked or anything; it was just a little black tube with a red switch on it. The switch is a safety device, so you don't accidentally push the top down.
I'm not sure what I was thinking. I know someone who's immune to mace (incidentally, you should ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noodlboy about how he found that out- it's a fantastic story) and maybe I wanted to know if I was immune too. I don't think it could have been that, though, because I squirted it at the floor, not at myself. Honestly, I think I just wasn't thinking. I definitely wasn't paying attention to Sharai, who had just said, "I haven't tried it yet, because I don't think it's a good idea to do that inside."
Nothing happened at first. The stuff that streamed out (from what I could see; it was a very short burst) was yellowish-brown, and the carpet looked a little discolored where it had been touched. Could've just been wet, though- I was aiming it at the floor, not wanting to hurt anyone. Then Sharai, who was closer to where I'd shot it than I was, started coughing. She was up and on her way out of the room before my sinuses realized something was wrong. I tried to stay, thinking it would dissipate, but it just got worse, so I left too. I was followed over the next thirty seconds or so by the entire classroom.
I stood in the hallway, head in hands, the stupidity of my action slowly settling into realization. The class milled around, still coughing. That one tiny burst had stunk up the whole room and was leaking out the door until someone closed it. Ms. Scott walked up with my former history teacher, Dr. Sanford, asking what had happened. More students showed up. I told everyone who asked what had happened, feeling my face get redder and redder. The "I have a cat" dude walked by and shot me a weird look. Sharai suggested later that I should have shrugged and said, "Sorry, I have mace."
A few confused minutes later, we were shepherded into an empty classroom and Ms. Scott turned on a video while she sorted the mace thing out. I had to visit the department head, Karen Curls, and tell her everything that happened. She wrote down my name and Sharai's name and told me I could go back to class.
On the plus side, we got our tests back, and I got 100 on mine.
Rewind a few days. Sharai had an incident with a pervert on the bus, and decided that it would be a good idea to buy some mace, in case things get ugly. She takes the Troost bus to get home, and anyone who knows Kansas City knows that mace is not a bad thing to have on hand on the Troost bus. Particularly if you're as endowed as Sharai is in the cup-size department.
Yesterday, Sharai finally got her mace. I didn't get a chance to see it until just before political science class this morning. We were both sitting in the classroom, along with most of the class, and the teacher hadn't shown up yet, so Sharai pulled it out to show me. Intrigued, I fiddled around with it a bit. It wasn't marked or anything; it was just a little black tube with a red switch on it. The switch is a safety device, so you don't accidentally push the top down.
I'm not sure what I was thinking. I know someone who's immune to mace (incidentally, you should ask
noodlboy about how he found that out- it's a fantastic story) and maybe I wanted to know if I was immune too. I don't think it could have been that, though, because I squirted it at the floor, not at myself. Honestly, I think I just wasn't thinking. I definitely wasn't paying attention to Sharai, who had just said, "I haven't tried it yet, because I don't think it's a good idea to do that inside."Nothing happened at first. The stuff that streamed out (from what I could see; it was a very short burst) was yellowish-brown, and the carpet looked a little discolored where it had been touched. Could've just been wet, though- I was aiming it at the floor, not wanting to hurt anyone. Then Sharai, who was closer to where I'd shot it than I was, started coughing. She was up and on her way out of the room before my sinuses realized something was wrong. I tried to stay, thinking it would dissipate, but it just got worse, so I left too. I was followed over the next thirty seconds or so by the entire classroom.
I stood in the hallway, head in hands, the stupidity of my action slowly settling into realization. The class milled around, still coughing. That one tiny burst had stunk up the whole room and was leaking out the door until someone closed it. Ms. Scott walked up with my former history teacher, Dr. Sanford, asking what had happened. More students showed up. I told everyone who asked what had happened, feeling my face get redder and redder. The "I have a cat" dude walked by and shot me a weird look. Sharai suggested later that I should have shrugged and said, "Sorry, I have mace."
A few confused minutes later, we were shepherded into an empty classroom and Ms. Scott turned on a video while she sorted the mace thing out. I had to visit the department head, Karen Curls, and tell her everything that happened. She wrote down my name and Sharai's name and told me I could go back to class.
On the plus side, we got our tests back, and I got 100 on mine.
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Date: 2006-09-26 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:07 pm (UTC)Now I'm wondering whether
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Date: 2006-09-26 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 01:35 am (UTC)Seriously. You get bonus points especially for brightening my otherwise shitty day.
-M
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Date: 2006-09-27 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:01 pm (UTC)I have one cat
Date: 2006-09-27 10:22 pm (UTC)I so hope you don't...
I so hope you don't...
(Sigh) very concerned for your welfare.
The last thing you want is to have to go before her, AGAIN!
Got a place where you can hide?
Re: I have one cat
Date: 2006-09-28 04:52 am (UTC)