Cold and wet, his eyes blink against the

Cold and wet, his eyes blink against the frigid wall of rain, beating down on his small, tired frame.

"And, that, is personification," the Professor said, turning from the whiteboard. "And is it just the rain that causes the personified to blink? Steve, your thoughts?"

But Steve was off in his own little world, again. The Professor stamped his foot. "Steve!" Dancing through a tulip field with the woman of his dreams... "STEVE!"

Then a unicorn comes and hands him a bright red apple and says... "STEVE!" His eyes opened and the professor was towering over his desk. He was diligently sent to the head office.

The principal opened up her briefcase and inside were unicorn coloring books. Her and Steve spent the better part of an hour coloring on the office floor. "Let's keep this a secret

, " the principal whispered. "just between the 2 of us. And don't tell no one 'bout how I carry around JuicyJuice boxes neither, 'mkay?" Steve nodded & kept coloring. "Looky here!

It was a fine work in crayon that clearly shows the Principal in a compromising situation where there might not have been consent on his part but that didn't matter to his campaign

or to his wife should they find out. He agreed to step down & appoint ME the principal of my school.My first act was to cancel math.The curriculum now included ID Card Forging 101,

and The Art of Making D's look like B's. Soon my school became highly accredited as the only school ever with a 100% inclusion on the Dean's List. Stay in school, kids.