Today, while waiting for a bus ride home, I started thinking about being told not to do things and then doing them. I had an elementary teacher talk about how if you stood while locking your knees, it would cut off the blood flow to your head and you would pass out. She then hastily added, don't try it, you'll whack your head on something.
My elementary school class then proceeded to pass out one by one over the next week or so. Except me. I have a very active imagination and I could imagine passing out, cracking my head on a radiator, waking up in 2009 to the knowledge of having massive doctor's bills (having been in a coma for a good 15 years) and knowledge of having missed recess (and thus having missed playing four-square).
The teacher was pretty pissed off that week as her students were tipping over in hallways one by one. It was pretty cool, because you never knew who'd go next. It could be the person next to you in line for the library! This moral/factoid that "locking your knees makes you pass out" runs through my mind when I'm standing for long periods of time. So while waiting for the bus, and in order to avoid cracking my head against a garbage can and waking up in 2024, I did a little knee woggle to make sure they weren't locked. What an exciting day.
An Erinku:
When Tim Curry
sings about going
home, I sing along
instead of Erinkuing.
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