Well, I have been up to quite a lot which adds up to very little. This is in part why there have been no updates since September. My desk no longer looks like I don't use it, well, actually it is so covered that it looks like I cannot use it. I wanted to go in today, but it was so cold during the run, that the will was sapped out of me little by little on each hill repeat. I had one of the guys in the group take a photo with my phone which some day may end up on this blog, but once it makes it through the chain of text messeging to someone who can email it to me.

I had an interesting thing happen to me the other day at school. I remember a rumor [circulating through my grade school or high school] about a student that laced a teacher's soda with acid, which sent the teacher tripping to wonderland and the student tripping to the administration office. My story fortunately has little to do with Terence in Wonderland, but it does have a similarity. I had just arrived to the doors leaving the commons area for lunch duty and as per my daily ritual set my bag and tea down near my post and headed around the corner for a chair so I wouldn't have to spend another 55 minutes on my feet in one spot. The photo class that I usually enter to get a chair was giving presentations, so I returned back around the corner to see a student who I didn't know bent over with his hand near my bag and mug. I made my presence known and ask why his hand was so near my possessions.

"Have you done anything to my bag or tea?"

"No... I didn't do anything." he said nervously.

"Are you sure?" I press a bit.

"Yeah, I didn't do anything," and he heads off with his friend.

I was more than a little curious, but accepted his answer in order to return to my quest for a chair. I hadn't had the opportunity to find a chair or sip on my earl grey when a familiar face appeared through the doors that I keep like a cattle herder at the gate.

He had concern in his eyes and said with a weak voice, "I just came back to tell you that, um, I did put something in your coffee. It was just soda, but I did put something in it."

"It's not coffee, and good thing I haven't had time to drink it yet. But thank you for being honest and coming back to tell me. I am not going to write you up because you came back to tell me, but I am not going to drink the tea now." I handed him the mug and asked him to clean it out and bring it back to me.

He did, and again apologized.

I didn't know his face before, but I now see him everyday as I walk through the halls.

I'll keep my tea closer to my side once I buy another mug, I broke it two days later in the middle of class putting my hands behind my back...