VOL. III, NO. 11

April 13, 1962

Friday 13 Strikes Again!

I looked at the calendar and could tell that it was going to be a bad day. It's not that I'm superstitious, but sometimes I get nervous.

Late to school again. Well, that's not so bad. The truck that almost hit me as I was running down the street trying to be on time was what bothered me.

Things went with a bang in chemistry class where I managed to break all the windows in the wing. Then I managed to flunk an important test in my next class which flunked me for the quarter.

Things became quiet for the lunch period, and I only slipped on a bologna sandwich that someone had dropped in my path. The lunch tray that I was carrying flew into the lap of a teacher. The spaghetti and peas and carrots that got on his tie gave it a modern-art look that was really distinguished.

Through my accidentally dropping a book on the toe of the student across the aisle, I got into a fight in which my solar plexus was injured! And then I was sent to detention study hall for causing a disturbance, sore solar plexus and all.

The last period of the day was physical education. Rather than go through the details, let it suffice that I sprained a wrist.

The next morning I stayed in bed. It's not that I'm superstitious or anything, but the twelfth was bad enough without going through Friday the 13th, too.