There sat the three of us. Conrad, Brett, and me. We were positioned around the television set, vigorously pressing buttons on our different colored joysticks and having our eyes glued to the screen. We were playing Smash Brothers. Suddenly the game was paused.

"Oh no! Tomorrow's Monday! And I haven't finished my weekend homework!" Conrad screamed.

"No, no. Tomorrow's Sunday," I calmly replied.

"No it's not! No it's not!"

"Well, you wouldn't be sleeping this late if tomorrow was a school day."

"Ahh! I've gone to bed too late!! Ahh!!"

"No, no, no! Look, tomorrow's NOT Monday! You would've finished your homework by now otherwise."

"That's exactly my point! I haven't finished it and tomorrow's Monday! What am I going to do?!? I'm screwed! There's a 1000 page term paper due first thing tomorrow!!!"

Then Brett finally came to the rescue.

"Look, we just watched "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" this evening. And it only shows every Saturday in this city, right?"

Conrad suddenly lit up as if he finally fathomed something extremely difficult.

"Oh yeah!" A smile of relief spread across his face. "Tomorrow IS Sunday. Thanks, man!"

Now that Conrad had calmed down, we were all able to continue playing Smash Brothers. We played until a quarter to midnight and then returned to each of our homes. Except Conrad of course. We were at his house.

That night, I got into bed and set my alarm clock for six AM. The clock read 26 Sat 12:01 AM.

* * *

BRING!! BRING!! Shut up, stupid alarm clock. BRING!! BRING!! I want to get more sleep. BRING!! BRING!! I'm so tired! BRING!! BRI-

"TURN OFF THE FUCKING ALARM CLOCK, MORON!!!"

That was my older sister.

I finally got up, reluctantly, and turned off the alarm clock. I lazily stretched and began rubbing my eyes. Then I froze. The clock showed 28 Mon 6:02 AM.

I sat there bewildered. Maybe someone was messing with my clock. Maybe there was something wrong with the clock. I shrugged and then slowly walked down the stairs, still in my polka-dot pajamas. When I entered the kitchen, I saw my mom already up, dressed, and cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, sweetie," she said still with her back facing me.

"Mornin' mom. Why are you up so early?"

"Early? This isn't early." She suddenly turned around. Her cheerful face suddenly looked inquisitive.

"Why aren't you dressed for school yet?" She stopped her cooking and faced me. "Well?"

I wasn't prepared to ask this question, but I knew I had to. "Um...today is...Monday..., right?"

"Of course it is. You mean you forgot?" I decided not to make a big deal out of this, so I smiled and cheerfully replied.

"I guess. Silly me. HA! HA!" And with that, I ran upstairs and got ready for school. Then I ran back down, went out the door, and boarded the school bus.

On the bus, I flipped through my three-ring binder. Well, it's a good thing I finished my homework on Friday. When the bus came near the bus area at school, I saw Conrad there standing with his hands on his hips; his eyes burned right into my eyes. He looked furious.

As I began stepping off the bus, Conrad already began screaming at me at the top of his lungs. I looked forward and starting walking, not even establishing eye contact in attempt not to listen. He was blaming me for telling me that today would be Sunday instead of Monday. After two straight minutes of his complaining, I began to sprint and ran right into the school, running and running until I finally lost him.

The first bell had not rung yet, so I just strolled down the hallways as usual looking into every classroom I passed by. When the bell rang, I entered my first period class, Biology. I sat down in front of Brett. People were still talking because the second bell had not rung yet. Mr. Mackintosh was preparing his lecture notes. I turned around and faced Brett.

"So Brett." Brett looked up.

"So...what?"

"We were both at Conrad's yesterday, right?"

"Right."

"And we were debating over whether the next day would be Sunday or Monday, right?"

"Yes."

"And it was Saturday and the next day was Sunday."

"But today is Monday."

"My point exactly. How could yesterday be Saturday and today Monday?"

"Yesterday was Sunday. The next day was Monday."

"But-"

BRING!!! The second bell.

"Okay class, let's open our books to page 512. Oh, and turn in this weekend's homework."

I opened my binder to the science section. No homework. Oh no! I had completely forgotten to do the science homework! I began to walk up to him.

"Whatever it is that you have to tell me, you can tell me in front of the class. This is not a place of secrets."

What kind of crappy logic is that??? But I obeyed and returned to my seat and raised my hand.

"Much better. What is it?"

"I didn't complete my homework because yesterday was Saturday, so I assumed that the next day was Sunday."