Yesterday right before school got out, our principal came on the intercom:
"Attention students! We have an urgent announcement!
A red backpack has been stoled!
It has very important files in it, and we need it to be returned immediately.
I repeat, A red backpack has been stoled!"
Maybe if he had only said it once, my class and I would have been more forgiving of the error. But he didn't. And we weren't. We had a good, hearty laugh and collectively decided that our school was doomed.
But what else can you expect from a boy born and raised in Scipio?
