Remember the days when you looked forward to bodily harm? Now when you get hurt, you just struggle. When you get hurt as a kid a whole new world opens up not just for you, but for your friends as well. You a damn lie if you say that there was no better day than the one in which you walked into homeroom and saw one of your friends on crutches.
There is no greater job in school than being your crippled friend's backpack holder. You get to leave 15 minutes early and experience the creepy, yet cool feeling that is walking through an empty hallway because god forbid your friend gets knocked over. You get to get to the next class early, and experience another creepy, yet cool feeling: watching your teacher prepare for the class. Sometimes if you were lucky you heard the last bit of the lesson and if you were a nerd like me, raised your hand like a boss and tried to act cool while everyone else wondered how you got that answer. Being the backpack holder was 4-6 straight weeks of no lunch lines, completely empty bathrooms, and trying to stifle laughter as your friend hit asshole classmates and scary teachers "accidentally" with their crutches. Ahhh to the good 'ol days....
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