The Blog of Jacob Roeland



How to clean a stand

By: Jacroe August 14, 2008

Today, after going into the gym, Bates and I went to go wash one of the teacher's metal stand thing. So, we rolled it down the cement sidewalk to the football field. At first, it was tough pushing it down. But then we decided to unlock all the wheels; afterwards, it worked fine. :P After we got to the field, we looked for the water hose that is always plugged into the water faucet. It wasn't there. So instead, we decided to take that large tub that had about 5 inches of water in it and dump it on the stand so that it would be clean. Not exactly squeaky-clean but definitely soaked. :D We then just rolled it back up the hill and into her room where I was promptly abandoned by Bates and left me, alone, to explain why it wasn't "clean" to the teacher.

It was tough. It was grueling. I knocked on the window. Fifty fearless ferocious teachers looked up at me, eyes on fire. They were all saying, "Who dares to knock on MY window and disrupt MY class?" I threw the door open and reached for my sword only to let their three-headed dog rip it from my grasp. I then quickly pulled out my dagger and stabbed the dog(s) in its' heart. Turning my attention to the teachers, I drew back on the string of my bow-and-arrow and let all fury fly! One by one, I struck them down. Ten teachers. Twenty. Thirty-four! Forty-seven! After running out of arrows, I was down to the last teacher. Although, she was the biggest, meanest teacher in the entire district, I stared her down. I then pointed above her head and shouted as though my life depended on it, which in reality it did, "LOOK!!! A DISTRACTION!!!" The slow beast turned toward around and before she realized that I had beguiled her, I swung the cart out of the hall and rammed it into her! So fast the metal cart was moving that it twisted around her and pinned her to the bookshelf. Acting quickly I pulled out one of the books from the shelf, activating the missile sequence. She struggled, pleaded with me to not go through with it, but I turned away from her, leaving her to her doom. Mission accomplished.

Actually, I just gave it to her and left. :lol:



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