Sign Sign
Sign Sign
By
Paul Bass
I had just been handed a note form the principle stating that, if I didn’t stop forgetting to go to school and not doing all my work, she would have no choice but to force me to repeat the 12th grade once more. I was so desperate, I followed her and when i cornered her I began to beg and waller around her feet pleasing, “Please, I have to pass, or my Dad will give the Amway distributorship to someone else!” She merely said, “Please, get out of the women’s bathroom and take your twenty dollar bill with you!”
I did not know what to say. I was basically stuck. I was stuck to the floor. A janitor had to help get me up. As i left and walked down the halls, I began to think, “How am I going to attend school every day for almost two months? That’s unreasonable! Everyone’s going to the beach next week. How do I go to the beach and school at the same time?”
I went to God. I told Him I was in a bind and I needed a sign. “Lord, Show me a Sign! Some kinda sign! So i can know what to do! I can’t fail 12th grade again! I’m already older than the Phys Ed coach. Just give me a sign. Show me ....Please!
I must have yelled really loud and shook the building because part of the ceiling fell and almost hit me on the head. It’s funny, but at a passing glance, the part that fell, kinda looked like a couple of smoldering stone tablets.
I had to get outa’ there real quick before someone would make me pay for the damage. I already owed six dollars for an overdue Hardy Boys book.
I had to walk through some corn fields to get home. It might have been corn, it might have been lettuce. I can’t tell the difference. As I was walking, I just kept thinking, “How am I going to pass 12th grade? There’s gotta be some special way, a certain legality that can help me be on my way to Harvard. Please God, give me a sing!”
It became a rough walk as my train of thought was broken when I happened upon a broken crate of pencils. It must have fallen from a cargo plane. Then the ground cracked and swallowed me up. I would have never gotten out if I hadn’t stuck all those pencils into the sided of the crevasses and used them to scale my way out.
When I got home, the second I walked in the door, my mom started buggin’ me about homework and book reports and stuff. I basically ignored her. I was too busy figuring out what to do about my dilemma. My dad hit me with some chatter too. I didn’t have time for gibberish.
After dinner, a video, some tv and some Super Nintendo, I went to bed. I had a very strange and vivid dream, that I was walking down a road and I came upon a gate that looked like a giant book. On the other side of the gate was large house with a couple of kids and a woman frolicking in the yard. They were playing in a pile of leaves that were actually dollar bills.
I couldn’t get to all this, though. I didn’t have a key to the gate. Along came a kid much younger than I, who used a ball -point pen to open the gate. I tired to squeak through, but BAM the book shut. Then a voice came out of the intercom box saying, “You gotta go tot school,. You gotta go to school.”
Then I woke up to my dad standing over me saying, “Wake up. You gotta go to school.”
My first thought when I got ready was, “What am I gonna do about school?” Then I came up with a plan. I figured that I would tell the principal that my uncle is real sick and he’s expected to die any day. Would it be possible that, in the case of his sudden death, I could miss a day to pay my respects?
I kept praying that I’d get an answer from God, an answer in the form of some kinda sign. Just any little sign.
By
Paul Bass
I had just been handed a note form the principle stating that, if I didn’t stop forgetting to go to school and not doing all my work, she would have no choice but to force me to repeat the 12th grade once more. I was so desperate, I followed her and when i cornered her I began to beg and waller around her feet pleasing, “Please, I have to pass, or my Dad will give the Amway distributorship to someone else!” She merely said, “Please, get out of the women’s bathroom and take your twenty dollar bill with you!”
I did not know what to say. I was basically stuck. I was stuck to the floor. A janitor had to help get me up. As i left and walked down the halls, I began to think, “How am I going to attend school every day for almost two months? That’s unreasonable! Everyone’s going to the beach next week. How do I go to the beach and school at the same time?”
I went to God. I told Him I was in a bind and I needed a sign. “Lord, Show me a Sign! Some kinda sign! So i can know what to do! I can’t fail 12th grade again! I’m already older than the Phys Ed coach. Just give me a sign. Show me ....Please!
I must have yelled really loud and shook the building because part of the ceiling fell and almost hit me on the head. It’s funny, but at a passing glance, the part that fell, kinda looked like a couple of smoldering stone tablets.
I had to get outa’ there real quick before someone would make me pay for the damage. I already owed six dollars for an overdue Hardy Boys book.
I had to walk through some corn fields to get home. It might have been corn, it might have been lettuce. I can’t tell the difference. As I was walking, I just kept thinking, “How am I going to pass 12th grade? There’s gotta be some special way, a certain legality that can help me be on my way to Harvard. Please God, give me a sing!”
It became a rough walk as my train of thought was broken when I happened upon a broken crate of pencils. It must have fallen from a cargo plane. Then the ground cracked and swallowed me up. I would have never gotten out if I hadn’t stuck all those pencils into the sided of the crevasses and used them to scale my way out.
When I got home, the second I walked in the door, my mom started buggin’ me about homework and book reports and stuff. I basically ignored her. I was too busy figuring out what to do about my dilemma. My dad hit me with some chatter too. I didn’t have time for gibberish.
After dinner, a video, some tv and some Super Nintendo, I went to bed. I had a very strange and vivid dream, that I was walking down a road and I came upon a gate that looked like a giant book. On the other side of the gate was large house with a couple of kids and a woman frolicking in the yard. They were playing in a pile of leaves that were actually dollar bills.
I couldn’t get to all this, though. I didn’t have a key to the gate. Along came a kid much younger than I, who used a ball -point pen to open the gate. I tired to squeak through, but BAM the book shut. Then a voice came out of the intercom box saying, “You gotta go tot school,. You gotta go to school.”
Then I woke up to my dad standing over me saying, “Wake up. You gotta go to school.”
My first thought when I got ready was, “What am I gonna do about school?” Then I came up with a plan. I figured that I would tell the principal that my uncle is real sick and he’s expected to die any day. Would it be possible that, in the case of his sudden death, I could miss a day to pay my respects?
I kept praying that I’d get an answer from God, an answer in the form of some kinda sign. Just any little sign.
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