See you there
Under things
Tumbling
Wanna say
"Love your hair"
There I go
Mumbling
With my freeze ray
I will stop
The world
With my freeze ray
I will stop
The pain."
-From Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Yesterday we had a two hour delay at school, which is just a great excuse for sleeping in. I hate nightmares of pineapples, the gym locker room, and lonely bunnies with clamps on their heads, so an extra hour of sleep made Remy happy.
Then my mum dumped a bucket of water on my head and told me to get up, so I did. And then came school and yada yada yada.
We weren't doing anything in art class, though. The art teacher just sat at her desk, tapping on her iPhone, and everyone else was just talking or whatever, so I raised my hand and said, "Uh... could I go down to the principal's office?"
Teacher: Why?
Me: Uh... I have to talk to him about this, uh, gifted project.
Teacher: (blinks) Make it quick
So, I sped down to the office and asked Rita, the secretary, if the principal was busy, and then she led me into his office.
Principal: Remy... what is it?
Me: I wanted to talk to you about something. It's important.
Principal: Okay. What is it?
Me: You know how we have drills for fires and lockdowns? You know, so we have a plan if that stuff happens?
Principal: Yes.
Me: Well, there's one drill we're not covering. And it's pretty important.
Principal: And that is...?
Me: Zombie apocalypses.
Principal: (blinks) Pardon?
Me: You heard me. What if there's an outbreak of some disease, and we're all in danger? Shouldn't we have a plan? Even Congress has a plan for zombie apocalypses. (giggles)
Principal: What's so funny?
Me: Nothing. I was just thinking about if they had fire drills at the White House. Anyway, we need drills for these apocalypses, you know.
Principal: And if--theoretically-- there was a, uh, zombie apocalypse. What would you do?
Me: First, every single person in the school would have to run upstairs, and we'd need to assign a grade to a staircase. That grade needs to destroy a certain staircase. That way a zombie can't climb up. Smart, huh? And then everyone else should put their textbooks in the sink to block the drain, then you run the water.
Principal: Why?
Me: There might be a shortage of water. It could cut off at anytime. And if it does, we'll have the sink water. And we should probably have buckets upstairs too, so people can fill them with water from the water fountain. And we should have the upstairs well-packed, too. We need ladders-- 'cuz, you know, the staircase is destroyed. We should have tons of food in the home ec room. And then we need to split everyone up into groups of four. OH. And we should lift that rule that bans weapons from school. We need knifes, guns, and lighters, you know. Against zombies.
Principal: (blinks)
Rita: (appearing in the doorway) Mr. Insert Last Name of Principal? Insert Name of Child's mother is on the phone. She'd like to talk to you.
Rita's gaze shifted to me, and her eyebrows shot up. "Are you busy?" she asked.
"Remy, here, is just talking about some modifications we should make to our school's drills," my principal replied.
"What kind of modifications?" Rita asked.
"She wants to add a new drill for a new emergency."
"And that is...?" Rita faced me.
I lifted my head up at said, "Zombie apocalypse."
