“What is this?!?” exclaimed Mrs. White.

During 2nd period today at school the juniors and seniors had an assembly.  It was in regards to having sex.  I assume they chose now to do it because its the week before prom.  Anyways, it was called “Look Before You Leap” it compared having sex to skydiving.  It was mildly entertaining and extremely cheesy.  Although, I agree with much of what they said I think they could have done a much better job.  

The program had just ended and we were all filing out of the gym to go to our 3rd period class.  Standing at the door were two teachers [one of whom, Mrs. White, I had had last year].  Normally I would have said hi to her because she was a really cool teacher, but this week [and for the last 30+ days] I’ve been smuggling a mustache into school.  Which means that my teacher interaction has taken a bit of a hit.  Its not that I don’t like them at all, its just that I can’t afford to lose my mustache.  You understand.  So anyways, I kept walking, attempting to lose myself in the crowd of baby-faced teenagers.  It didn’t work.  Just as I passed through the doorway her peripheral vision spotted me.  She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back into the gym.

When she saw my lip her eyes got really big and she got really excited [I'm not sure if she was happy or mad].  She started yelling, “What is this?!?”.   I didn’t know what to do.  I was being held [against my will] by a teacher who was screaming, as hundreds of teenagers rushed past me.  So dumb-foundedly I just blushed.  She continue exclaiming, “What is this?!?”.

I could tell from her expression that she wasn’t really looking for an answer, it was more just utter shock.  She turned to the teacher next to her, who was amused by the situation, and said, “Are you seeing this?”

“Yeah, it looks like a young…” [I couldn't hear her over the roar of Mrs. White again shouting "What is this?!?"]

A group of guys [avid fans of my mustache] yelled out, “Run Andrew!! Just Run!!”  But she had an iron clad grip on my left arm.

Still not saying anything [because I wanted to plea the 5th] she just settled with a, “Get out of her…” and let me go.

Thank you.  Thank you so much,

Andrew Nemeth