Microwave hopping

Hello fellow laxers

English teachers get a bad rap. My 9th grade English teacher for example, we'll call her Mrs. G, was infamous for assigning monstrous essays due the next day, just because she was in a bad mood (which was much more often than you would think). But today, we found ourselves requiring the assistance of our old Mrs. G. While in lunch, me and Nick decided to venture to our usual microwave location in Mrs. P's room to microwave some stuffed shells (Nick comments that they were absolutely delicious). But when we got there, we were astonished- Mrs. P was nowhere to be found! So we trekked onwards up the stairs to Mr. L's room, which also had a microwave. Once again, the teacher key to Nick enjoying his tasty Italian treat was nowhere to be found. So our brave heros travelled further, making a last resort attempt to salvage Nick's lunch. What we found would change our lives...forever.

We walked into Mrs. G's room. She was on the phone. Careful not to act in a way that would land me another 20 page essay (even though I'm not in Mrs. G's class anymore, I think it could happen), I politely asked if it would be okay if we used her microwave. Not only were we allowed to use a microwave, we were directed into a back room where we found a state-of-the-art, chrome microwave. It was so shiny, I could a reflection of my very own beautiful face. Nick dropped to his knees in astonishment and awe the second we walked into the room. It could be argued that it was the best microwaved meal ever enjoyed. And to think it came out of the kindness and genorosity of my once feared English 9H teacher.

Check back soon for our guide on why all girls should date a lacrosse player!!

-Tim and Nick