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Today, I truly felt alive and like a rebel. To kick things off, fifth period we had a sub for Scheidel, and who should that sub might be but other than Senor Rupp himself! Anyway, he says that there’s absolutely nothing written in the lesson plan except that Scheidel said he would call during the period to fill us in as to what we should do. Until then, he told us to sit tight. I thought I’d be sneaky sneaky and call the classroom on my cellphone but unfortunately Verizon doesn’t get any service. Then I was visited by Rosita Bula, muse of bullshitting and screwing with people, and thus came into existence Plan B - I ask him if I can get on the computer, and he says why not, so I hop on one of the many terminals in the class and get straight to work. A few seconds later, the phone rings and Mr Rupp has a puzzled look on his face as the operator on the other side of the line explains the whole call-relay service and how it works to him. In case you don’t know, each and every phone service is obligated to provide a free communication service to the hearing impaired, so call-relay is when one goes on the internet, types in the phone number, and an operator reads what you type verbatim to the other person on the line. Anyway, I said I was Mr Scheidel and was incapacitated at the moment, which unfortunately made it impossible for me to talk (I.E. the necessity of using call relay) and that there would be no work for the entire period. And then I ask if Asher was there. After he responds with “let me check”, I realize my stupidity and ask for Janey instead to see if he was actually buying it. A few seconds later, he calls out, asking if Janey was in the class. I then proceed in telling him that in order to make up missed work, she needs to spend the rest of the period writing an essay on statistics, but I feel bad and attach a “just kidding” before hanging up. Rupp then announces to the class that Scheidel was incapacitated and that there would be no work for the entire period. Except for Janey (she knew what was happening though, so it was okay).
Anyway, the next state of mad rebelitude occurred on the way home. Since my street is in an awkward location (it's right before the airfield if you're driving towards the high school), I always have to pull a sweet u-turn where the two lanes merge into one. Now, the one pet peeve that used to make me curse like a mofo is when those crazy drivers wait till the very last second to merge, thereby circumventing the long line of people too modest to pull a stunt like that. I hated when people do that; pissed me off, it did. However, recently in this time of introspection I recalled something that Luke's mom once said in defense to merging till the very last second - "What's the point in having the extra lane if nobody uses it?" I haven't really thought too deeply about it until recently when I asked myself, "What, exactly, makes me too afraid to go down the empty lane?" It's actually quite philosophical when you think about it, but for me, one of the reasons is because I was too afraid to offend anyone, which is quite legitimate - or so I thought. Then I asked myself "Why do I get offended?" For people’s audacity for, after seeing a column of cars backed up at the merge and knowing that a merge was coming up, proceeding to the extreme limit before cutting everyone else in line? Today, I decided to shaft all of those timid ones waiting in line and use the extra lane. Some people honked at me, and some clever SOB tried to block me out with his SUV. I just waved and I got home a few minutes earlier today. Anyway, if you are one of those people who are afraid of saying anything that could possibly upset your fellow human beings, I invite you fellow timid ones to at least for one time in your life to disregard the risk of hurting other people’s feelings and use that extra lane - it feels good.
Anyway, the next state of mad rebelitude occurred on the way home. Since my street is in an awkward location (it's right before the airfield if you're driving towards the high school), I always have to pull a sweet u-turn where the two lanes merge into one. Now, the one pet peeve that used to make me curse like a mofo is when those crazy drivers wait till the very last second to merge, thereby circumventing the long line of people too modest to pull a stunt like that. I hated when people do that; pissed me off, it did. However, recently in this time of introspection I recalled something that Luke's mom once said in defense to merging till the very last second - "What's the point in having the extra lane if nobody uses it?" I haven't really thought too deeply about it until recently when I asked myself, "What, exactly, makes me too afraid to go down the empty lane?" It's actually quite philosophical when you think about it, but for me, one of the reasons is because I was too afraid to offend anyone, which is quite legitimate - or so I thought. Then I asked myself "Why do I get offended?" For people’s audacity for, after seeing a column of cars backed up at the merge and knowing that a merge was coming up, proceeding to the extreme limit before cutting everyone else in line? Today, I decided to shaft all of those timid ones waiting in line and use the extra lane. Some people honked at me, and some clever SOB tried to block me out with his SUV. I just waved and I got home a few minutes earlier today. Anyway, if you are one of those people who are afraid of saying anything that could possibly upset your fellow human beings, I invite you fellow timid ones to at least for one time in your life to disregard the risk of hurting other people’s feelings and use that extra lane - it feels good.