Cake and more cake

So today, I came to PLC (Pharmacy Learning Center) where JayKay was eating Chick-fil-A. It looked delicious, so I decided to go get Chick-Fil-A. When I got back to PLC, I was given a slice of homemade carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. It looked, smelled, and tasted so delicious. I sat down next to JayKay to eat my Chick-fil-A lunch, and he saw the carrot cake. He was so jealous that he didn't get any cake. I didn't give any to him and ate it all by myself.

What's better is he's going to read this post and kick himself.

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Running a mile

7th grade P.E. class is typically the bane of most kid's existence, especially since every Friday is mile-run Fridays. Since I liked running, I was able to run a mile in 7 minutes. Usually I beat most of the class by about a minute or so. You had to run around the field, but part of the field cuts through a wooded area, and you're supposed to go all the way around the woods. About halfway through the semester, our coach began noticing a lot of people running sub-8 minute times, which is impossible unless you were a really good runner. One day I finished the race and was getting water, and I noticed that no one was finishing after our pack of leaders. Turns out the coach caught the rest of the class cutting through the woods and made them do an additional 5 miles.

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Strawberry picking

So there was one summer where I was pretty bored and itching to make a few extra bucks. My friend and I decided that we were going to go strawberry picking in the fields. You were paid $2 for every crate of strawberries you packed, so it didn't really amount to very much. You tagged each crate with a sticker so that they knew who had packed it. We weren't feeling particularly energetic that day, so my friend and I positioned ourselves next to cart where everyone dropped off their crates that they packed. Every half hour or so, someone would come along and pick up the crates. In between the pickup times, we would take turns re-tagging the crates that people brought to the cart, while filling up our crates. We ended up going home making $300 for the day while doing about $40 worth of work.

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Arcades and quarters

So when I was little, there was a Nintendo game called Guerrilla War. Essentially you had to fight through an entire island and deposit an island dictator. The game was also available in the arcades, but it was nigh impossible to beat. Fortunately for me, I had discovered a nice little bug in the game, where as long as one player was alive and the other player pressed the up button and A+B together, you would come back to life for free. The first time I saw the game in the arcade, I saw two older kids trying to beat the game. They spent at least $30 in quarters on the game trying to beat the game. After they got about 3/4 of the way through the game, they gave up. My friend and I went up and beat the entire game with a pair of quarters.

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Taking out the trash

So when I was in elementary school in second grade, everyone had to take turns taking out the trash. You had to walk all the way down to the 5th grade corridor, where the kids were bigger than you. It took about 7 or 8 minutes to walk down to the big trash room, and by the time you got back, you usually missed the first 10 minutes of afternoon snacktime, and all the good snacks would be gone. The day came when it was my turn. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed that one classroom had left their trashcans out partly filled for whatever reason. I dumped my trash into their trashcans and got back to my classroom. As I looked back, I saw the kid from the other classroom come out to take the trash out. My teacher thought I was amazing for being so efficient and gave me an extra snack. The other kid had to take out two classroom's worth of trash.

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Potato Cannon

So I was on the science team in high school, and one of the events we had is called Trajectory. You had to compete against all these other schools in trying to launch a tennis ball to hit a target in the precise location. On the day of the competition, everyone was raving about one of the other high school's wooden contraption. it could launch a tennis ball with a push of a button and flew nice, slow, and smoothly to the target. We brought out our modest contraption, which was made out of PVC piping and a electric generator. On our first practice run, we ratcheted up the pressure to 350 psi and fired the tennis ball straight at the target. The target, which was a flimsy bullseye in the middle of a plastic ring, was completely obliterated. The other teams didn't stand a chance.

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When I was a child, I played piano in concerts, featured with a bunch of the other local kids and piano teachers from the area. After each of my concerts, a man who was the father of another student around my age would come up to me, shake my hand and say in broken accent, "You were flawless."
The second time I saw him after a concert, he said again, "You were flawless." And a third. "Flawless."
In the beginning I was quite flattered, but after a while I began to think that "flawless" was the only word he knew. So one time after a concert, he came up to me and told me I was "flawless." I said, "No. You're son is flawless."
He said to me, "No. He worse than that. He's terrible."

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