2008 Woodie Awards
Let's Mosey Around
Thinking about tomorrow
Brian Moser
Issue date: 3/4/04 Section: Fun House
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When people think of Friday the 13th, they think of notorious bad luck, ravaging werewolves, and bright full moons. Nobody ever thinks of the immense carnage that is possible a whole week before on Friday the 6th. That unfortunate day of the school closing sent me into a whole new world.
That morning, the blaring alarm forced me out of my slumber. After I turned the irritating sound off, my "apartment mate" Justin yelled out that school was cancelled. That statement had a hidden message saying I should retreat back to bed. I cannot defy Snegdes Demiah, the god of hidden messages, so I rested to appease the mysterious god.
Rising from my deep sleep hours later, I felt disoriented. The feeling that something was wrong came upon me like a fresh shark bite. I could not explain this eerie feeling. It felt like... like... Saturday. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
This weird idea of thinking it was the next day scared me. I could not shake this feeling the entire weekend, but I still had hope to finding a cure to this disease on Monday.
I then woke up on Tuesday morning, or so I thought, to my annoying alarm clock. My class was at 9:15, but my mind was in no manner to operate as it felt like the computer worm virus was implanted my head. The alarm rang again, and this time I instantly perked up as if my life was in danger. It turns out I was right because it was 11:20, and I hear that teachers punish students who skip by making them listen to President Bush speeches.
The first thought that ran through my head was that I was late to my 10:30 Tuesday class. I was almost scared, but then there was some faint memory trying to tell me something was wrong. Was my shirt on backward? Checking that became impossible because I wasn't wearing a shirt.
Being utterly confused in this situation, I aimlessly walked out of my room. The first room I went into was the kitchen, which always solved my problem of hunger. Although I had not eaten that morning, I was not in the mood to consume food, which is odd due to the fact that my diet makes Gilbert Brown seem anorexic.
The living room helped me more than the worthless kitchen. Justin, who is in my Tuesday 10:30 class, was seated on the couch. At that moment I knew what was wrong; it was actually Monday.
That morning, the blaring alarm forced me out of my slumber. After I turned the irritating sound off, my "apartment mate" Justin yelled out that school was cancelled. That statement had a hidden message saying I should retreat back to bed. I cannot defy Snegdes Demiah, the god of hidden messages, so I rested to appease the mysterious god.
Rising from my deep sleep hours later, I felt disoriented. The feeling that something was wrong came upon me like a fresh shark bite. I could not explain this eerie feeling. It felt like... like... Saturday. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
This weird idea of thinking it was the next day scared me. I could not shake this feeling the entire weekend, but I still had hope to finding a cure to this disease on Monday.
I then woke up on Tuesday morning, or so I thought, to my annoying alarm clock. My class was at 9:15, but my mind was in no manner to operate as it felt like the computer worm virus was implanted my head. The alarm rang again, and this time I instantly perked up as if my life was in danger. It turns out I was right because it was 11:20, and I hear that teachers punish students who skip by making them listen to President Bush speeches.
The first thought that ran through my head was that I was late to my 10:30 Tuesday class. I was almost scared, but then there was some faint memory trying to tell me something was wrong. Was my shirt on backward? Checking that became impossible because I wasn't wearing a shirt.
Being utterly confused in this situation, I aimlessly walked out of my room. The first room I went into was the kitchen, which always solved my problem of hunger. Although I had not eaten that morning, I was not in the mood to consume food, which is odd due to the fact that my diet makes Gilbert Brown seem anorexic.
The living room helped me more than the worthless kitchen. Justin, who is in my Tuesday 10:30 class, was seated on the couch. At that moment I knew what was wrong; it was actually Monday.