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Forgive me if this is a bit off, I'm a little zany seeing as I've been up for twenty three hours as of now (6AM.) So today was what is called sophomore sleepover at our school, where the sophomores all go and have a giant party with hypnotists and inflatables and food and music from 8:30 PM to 5 AM.

One of the rules was 'No cell phones'. As I was picking Helen up to go to sophomore sleepover, she commented, "It wouldn't be that hard to bring in a cell phone. It's not like they're going to pat us down or anything. Just stick it in your pocket and wear a long tshirt."

Five minutes later we arrived at the school and they were separating us into lines of girls and boys. I turn to Helen. "Not going to pat us down, you said?" One of the teachers explained that we had to have our bags and person searched.

"Do we have to take our clothes off?" Asked one boy, joking.

"No. Especially not you!" The teacher responded.

As we went in they asked us to declare everything we had. "I have..." I said as I checked my pockets. "Chapstick." The chaperone let me proceed.

I overheard Marena, just in front of me, saying, "...chapstick, twenty five cents, oh and this pencil I stole from the Boston Public Library."

"We're going to have to report you!" the chaperone joked and let her pass.

Helen and I continued through until we got to the end. "Well," I said, turning around, "I guess we didn't get pat down after all." As I say this Marena, right behind me, is the first to get pat down for a cell phone. "Run!" I whisper to Helen as the vice principal sticks her hands in Marena's pockets and turns them inside out. We rush to the tables on the other side of the cafeteria, successfully avoiding getting pat down while the vice principal continues on to our friend Emily, pulling up her pants to check her socks for anything she might be hiding.

As people arrived at the table, stories of the searches were told. Annie ran into the interim housemaster who introduced herself and asked Annie what she had. "Midol and a pad," Annie remaked.

"Oh. Go on...Wait, no. Give the midol to the meds people." Annie did so and then found our table just as we were discussing the best way to hide a cell phone—one's bra.


Sachi