Gogo Jones
You know it as soon as you wake up; your eyes hurt, the sinuses are packed like Confederate cannons, and your mouth feels like an Elmers glue factory. Yeah, you’re sick.
Getting out of bed when your sick is the ultimate feat, as well as stumbling in a daze towards the bathroom. Standing miserably in the shower, you wonder where exactly you went wrong- was it because you didn’t wash your hands after that third period wiz khalifa yesterday? Or perhaps a sip from that seemingly innocent solo cup last weekend? Either way the deed has been done and your immune system is getting spanked like a mischievous English school child.
It’s at this point you must make the bigget decision of your entire life: stay home or go to school? Staying home is chill because there’s usually a parent around to pamper you, but then again if nothing good is on TV it could be a really, really long day. On the other hand, you can go to school and be miserable there. When you get to the Farm Road penitentiary (NCHS), there’s always a need to tell other kids that you’re sick, as if they actually give a rats ace and that playing the sympathy card will make things better.
Class feels approximately three times longer than usual when you’re sick, and besides that one teacher (its usually the English or foreign language teacher) who has Kleenex, you have nothing to blow your nose with. You can always muster up some paper towel from the bathroom, but at that point you might as well stop by the woodworking room and get it done with sandpaper.
Being sick is pretty terrible, but if you take it easy for a couple of days and slam lots of Emergen-C, I gurantee you’ll be ready to rage by the weekend.
Enchanted pillows kissed with lotion? If that line doesn’t make you want to rep a cloak made of Puff’s for the rest of your life, I don’t know what is wrong with you.
