"THE MAN" IS WATCHING YOU
Testing time puts me on high alert, and not in the good way.
It messes with my brain.
It makes me hear voices inside my head ... I twitch uncontrollably ... I want to run around screaming incomprehensible mutterings while wearing cheese cloth ... wait, can one wear cheese cloth? It sounded so poetic, but I don't think it's very practical. Anyway, I become a complete disaster during testing time.
In case you weren't aware, these all serve as a preface for the crazy story I'm about to tell. Please bear that in mind when reading the depths to which my brain delved into paranoia yesterday.
During my planning time, I wandered around my room aimlessly, looking from one pile to another, not really sure where to begin, and that's when I noticed it. On the top of my built-in cabinets, I spied a little gray box with a flashing red light.
"Hmmm ... wonder how long that's been there," I thought to myself whilst I pushed a chair over to the cabinet. I pulled the little box off of its perch and recoiled!
"Data logger!"
This little box was sitting atop an area very near my computer. Well, what's a girl to do when she's crazy, insane, out of her mind with testing criteria, but jump to the nearest illogical conclusion ... that SOMEONE IS SPYING ON HER!
I marched down the long hallway, burst into my Principal's office, and practically shoved the data logger in his face. He immediately started laughing, which, later he told me, "If you could have just seen your face!" I'm so glad he enjoyed my downward spiral into obliterating psychotics. Glad to be there for some one's enjoyment.
He took the data logger, promising to get to the bottom of it, all the while chuckling at me. Meanwhile, I silently logged all the websites I'd been on, most for work, some, like this one, for personal use, but none for illegal purposes. What could they possibly want with my Internet usage? I was stymied.
At the end of school, with a smirk on his face, my Principal came down and told me to put it back where I'd found it.
"They're just logging room temperatures and light usages."
Well, good freakin' grief! Could someone not have mentioned this to me!?!?!?
Someone is out to see me drop my basket, I just know it!
It messes with my brain.
It makes me hear voices inside my head ... I twitch uncontrollably ... I want to run around screaming incomprehensible mutterings while wearing cheese cloth ... wait, can one wear cheese cloth? It sounded so poetic, but I don't think it's very practical. Anyway, I become a complete disaster during testing time.
In case you weren't aware, these all serve as a preface for the crazy story I'm about to tell. Please bear that in mind when reading the depths to which my brain delved into paranoia yesterday.
During my planning time, I wandered around my room aimlessly, looking from one pile to another, not really sure where to begin, and that's when I noticed it. On the top of my built-in cabinets, I spied a little gray box with a flashing red light.
"Hmmm ... wonder how long that's been there," I thought to myself whilst I pushed a chair over to the cabinet. I pulled the little box off of its perch and recoiled!
"Data logger!"
This little box was sitting atop an area very near my computer. Well, what's a girl to do when she's crazy, insane, out of her mind with testing criteria, but jump to the nearest illogical conclusion ... that SOMEONE IS SPYING ON HER!
I marched down the long hallway, burst into my Principal's office, and practically shoved the data logger in his face. He immediately started laughing, which, later he told me, "If you could have just seen your face!" I'm so glad he enjoyed my downward spiral into obliterating psychotics. Glad to be there for some one's enjoyment.
He took the data logger, promising to get to the bottom of it, all the while chuckling at me. Meanwhile, I silently logged all the websites I'd been on, most for work, some, like this one, for personal use, but none for illegal purposes. What could they possibly want with my Internet usage? I was stymied.
At the end of school, with a smirk on his face, my Principal came down and told me to put it back where I'd found it.
"They're just logging room temperatures and light usages."
Well, good freakin' grief! Could someone not have mentioned this to me!?!?!?
Someone is out to see me drop my basket, I just know it!
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