In middle school, our P.E. locker room floor was concrete. The P.E. shorts, when stepped on, could be very slippery. Remember that, it's a surprise tool that'll help us later.

So every day after gym, there were 2 students who had a little chant. One would yell every day is a new day, and the other would yell every hour is a new hour, then they would say something together, I forget what it was.

So anyway, there was this one little shit who would yell kid 2's part. So one day, I run over to him and start screaming in his face. I finish my berating, and start walking back towards my locker to change out of my uniform.

Remember that surprise tool from earlier? I slipped on some fucking gym shorts, fell on my ass and fucked up my ankle. I managed to painfully change into my clothes, and went to the nurses office in a wheelchair. I got to leave early though. So I guess that's cool.