Day 47. Victory.

Today we destroyed our enemies. Second period rallied not to charity, not to kindness, but to greed and the lust for victory. At least that is how I felt as I rallied our troops to win donuts. Yes the profits go to Harvest Drive, and I support that sort of thing. However I also value all the victories stolen from me during the tortured days of my youth, a mere century ago. We won the donuts and feasted on them as if they were the hearts of our bullies. And if you take a good look at us, you can tell that for each student there is probably at least three bullies. We are a vulnerable bunch. Every teacher I passed in the hallway today looked confused and possibly sad as I shouted "Where's your donuts?"

They replied simply "What donuts" and "You mean those donuts from the dumpster? Ew." Jealous. For the very first time in my life I feel pride.

On a more disturbing note I found this in the hallway:

I know a monkey trap when I see one! I'm not sure who this pile of mixed fruit will appeal to, but I imagine a giant cage dropping from the ceiling as soon as the banana is touched and the next thing someone knows, they are being put on display in sideshows around the world.