Tapping Hunt: The Rewrite

If you would like to see the "original" first hand account of this story visit http://randommidnightthought.blogspot.com . Thanks to Jean for making my life crazy enough to have something worth writing every day--like it or not.

Jean and I were awesome kids. When we were in grade 12, the teachers adored us (mostly because I was wonderful and Jean knew me--if I could accept her, then they must follow suit). If we had one shortcoming it was our mutual hatred for TAP. The Teacher Assistantship program was a waste of time; by grade 12, I had forgotten who my TAP teacher was (and I think it might have just been my normal first period teacher).

Living life on the edge, Jean and I generally met up after first period for awesome-fun ditching. We never really got caught because I handled all inquiries: "What are you girls doing in the hallway, shouldn't you be in TAP?" reply: "We are on our way right now. We don't have first period and we're running a little late because we forgot it was Thursday." But, somewhere along the lines our wires got crossed and when an "angry" Mr. Hunt stuck his head out of his TAP class and saw Jean and I dawdling along, things got messy.

Jean and I are hyper young women. We were in search of chocolate milk, or perhaps popsicles. Jean was probably ranting about something and I was probably responding by nodding while thinking about something else. I had said to Jean, "I think I did pretty well on that Calculus test." Jean said, "I'll Calculus you."

Erin: "I want some chocolate milk."
Jean: "I'll milk you."
Erin: "You will not I'll kill you if you touch my boobs!"
Jean: "I'll boob you."

And so on...

So, dear Mr. Hunt, only doing his job was astonished to find his reprimand--"Girls, why aren't you in TAP?"--responded to as such: "I'll TAP YOU HUNT!" Followed by Jean turning beet red and heading for the hills (or some other place to hide). I stood there laughing until I could stand up again, and then just looked at Hunt and strolled off...very calm, very cool, very collected.

And that is the truth of the matter.

Jean made me stay up until 3 in the AM last night finishing a puzzle...and she wasn't even there. Some friend huh? I love you Jean (Note to self...you know the drill).