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Paper Airplane love note

Paper planes

I didn't know what origami was and the only paper folding skill I had acquired at my young grade school age was making paper airplanes. My father, however, could make a hat out of yesterday's news. 

Flight path

It was meant to be just a little note cleverly written within the paper wingspan. Just a few words "meet me after school" signed with my name. The destination was my childhood want to be sweethearts desk. It wasn't a long flight; she sat right infront of me. It would have been easier to tap her on the shoulder. But this was more romantic. Okay, bullshit. I was shy and scared to death. I wasn't expecting turbulence that day, oh but there was. 

Stormy weather

The plane vered off course and landed at the feet of my teacher. I looked out the window and hoped he wouldn't think it was me but the signed note was more than enough of a confession. I was busted, now the whole class knew I had the hots for a girl named Sue. The good thing is she knew it too. 

Mayday mayday

I got called up to the front of the class and I knew I was in for it. I stood waiting for my punishment, wondering what it might be. I didn't talk in class so I thought that writing lines might be out and I wasn't chewing gum so I didn't have to sandwich it with my nose pushed against the blackboard. It was a catholic grade school and having a few extra bibles around my teacher thought a little improvisation was in order.

Unusual punishment

Now playing the part of Jesus, Dennis. I was literally crucified. With literature. My arms were stretched out palms up and in each palm a huge bible. I'm not talking new testement only. I'm talking new, old, revelations and all the pages inbetween. I was instructed to not let my arms or the bibles drop. I can't remember how long I was up there for but I did meet Sue after school. I even walked her home and we sat on swing in the park. All because of a paper plane crash.

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