Walking back from lunch toward Mr. M's room for history. Minding my own business until wam, I'm pushed up against the wall. I couldn't escape because there was a payphone in front of me, a wall to the right of me, Dan to the left of me and his arm behind me. I was stuck there, as he leaned in real close and I was so nervous. You of course grabbed my book bag and ran, leaving me there. I thought I was going to die when he held up the note I'd written him that morning. Evidentally my handwriting it to small. Forcing me to buy him a magnifying glass. Tragically he was to stupid to understand the joke.