TIME UPON A ONCE IN MY HIGH SCHOOL DAZE... THERE WAS A MISCHIEVOUS LEPRECHAUN OF SORTS NAMED JACKIE TROST IN MY HOMEROOM...A VERY SHORT IRISH GIRL WHO JUST LOVED TO SNEAK UP BEHIND ME IN THE HALL AND WRAP HER LEG AROUND MINE TO TRIP ME...WELL, I VIVIDLY REMEMBER ONE TIME WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING TO RUN SHE DID THAT AND I WENT FLYING DOWN THE HALL BUT MANAGED TO KEEP MY BALANCE AND STAY ON MY FEET AND SHE YELLED...HEY PAM, I HEARD YOU WERE TAKING BALLET WHICH WAS NOT THE CASE BUT SHE FOUND IT HILARIOUS...ME NOT SO MUCH...WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO TRIP YOU UP...
I SUPPOSE WE WERE A SIGHT TO SEE WITH HER TRIPPING ME UP...HER I WOULD GUESS NOT EVEN FIVE FEET TALL AND ME FIVE EIGHT OR NINE AT THE TIME...I REMEMBER ONCE I GOT TIRED OF IT AND WE WERE SHOVING EACH OTHER BACK N FORTH DOWN THE HALL AND SHE YELLED WHY DON'T YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY JUST TRYING TO SAY CUT IT OUT... ENOUGH IS ENOUGH ALREADY WHEN SHE WAS THE BULLY....PEOPLE WERE STOPPING WATCHING US AND WHEN WE GOT DOWN TO THE END OF THE HALL I HAD TO GO DOWN THE STAIRS AND SHE TURNED DOWN THE HALLWAY AND WE BOTH YELLED TO EACH OTHER SEE YA LATER AND PEOPLE WERE JUST DUMBFOUNDED...LIKE WHAT JUST HAPPENED THERE...I TOLERATED HER NONSENSE...NOT SURE WHY...I CERTAINLY WASN'T AMUSED BY IT AND WOULD PREFER SHE NOT CONTINUOUSLY TRY TO SNEAK UP ON ME AND TRIP ME BUT THAT WAS THE WAY IT WAS....CEST LA VIE.