Another Chris story
In grade 8, I was one of the top students of my class. It was slim pickin's so that's not saying much. Anyway, I needed some muscle to back me up, and Chris needed some brainpower to get him to the next grade, so we made quite a team. But I had a cruel tendency to manipulate him. And whenever I got caught, it was up to me to talk my way out from under his fists.

One such time, he was mad at me--can't remember why--so I offered to do his science homework. It was just the weekly fill-in-the-blanks sheet, double sided, maybe 20 questions. The teacher would read us the answers in class and we would be honour bound to mark our papers honestly. After we were done marking, he would ask us all for the grade we got.

So I did a brutal job on Chris' homework. I think I gave him three questions right. We were marking in class, and he looked at me from the other side of the room with that "I'm gonna kill you" look.

After class, he confronted me, and I was apologetic. I promised to do the next assignment for him.

Next week in class, the teacher was reading out the correct answer and Chris was staring down at his page in disbelief. I'd bombed his assignment again. This time he was really ready to kill me.

After class, he confronted me, and I was apologetic. I promised to do the next assignment for him.

You know where this is going, don't you? Fortunately, the cycle was broken because on the day the third assignment was supposed to be marked, he was absent. It might have gone on forever otherwise.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 14 Dec 2007, 3:00, Reply)