As our bowling match winded down, the kids to our right were getting antsier and antsier. A few boys were taking turns lofting balls as high as possible, apparently in the hopes of cracking the wooden lane somehow. Others were attempting the rare trick of starting their ball in one lane, skipping the lane divider, and ending in another. And yet another gentleman in our group, probably 14 or 15 years of age, lost all interest in bowling as a form of amusement, and turned his attention to lifting up the backs of girls' shirts, no doubt for the singular purpose of reading the pretty labels on their jeans.

I was repeatedly beseeched for a pen or pencil, so that these haggard adolescents - acquaintances for only two hours - could trade phone numbers, think about each other a little on the ride home, throw the paper on the table beside their bed, and then proceed to immediately forget about it, creating another piece of paper for their mother to throw away. The girls on the right seemed so eager to share their telephone number with anyone who was still awake that I chose to forfeit my pen, rather than attempt a dangerous recovery, which most likely would have led to an emergency room visit. Meanwhile, on our left, the people from my car were sprawled out on the floor of the bowling alley in a state of semi-sleep. I wasn't tired at all.

Mike had no idea where we were, he told me, and so he went up to the desk to get directions while I confiscated the bowling balls from the punks who, at this point, were crossing the foul line and walking down the lane to get a head start on the defenseless pins. After finding out the correct way to I-295, we gathered everyone up and went back out to the parking lot to return them, not to the church, but to their homes. We decided that we would all go to the first town, then I would follow Josh around as he dropped off his kids, while Mike dropped off his and met us again at the IGA. After their cars were all empty, I would unload my vehicle, and we would all go back to Mike's house for a good time sleeping extravaganza. How long could this possibly take?

-TO BE CONTINUED- 

Part Sixteen

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |