by Ryan Stanhope

Created on: May 16, 2007   Last Updated: February 08, 2008

Trust me. Ha! famous last words indeed! my freshman year i became friends with what would be my longest and closest friend. although in the early months of our relationship we had to cope with some 'trust issues'. illegally roaming the halls during a mid day class period my friend and i realized the walls to the stair wells were temptingly close to the opposite lockers. and being the opportunist that i am i decided it would be a great achievement for my friend to place his hands on the lockers and his feet on the wall and climb to the eleven foot ceiling. i mean, of course! Now, he didn't feel the expedition to Mt. Ceiling quite as endearing as i did, but with a stern look and the all convincing words, 'trust me' he was up the wall and quite stuck. not to worry, my 'brilliant' mind was at work finding a way to get him down, that is until the assistant principal turned the corner.

she saw me and immediately came to inspect my loitering. i calmly came up with a suitable honesty that said i was but a mere freshman lost and abandoned in the depths of the high school and just wanted to find the bathroom. ah,the kind lady that she was, she (never looking up)took me directly to the boy's room, across the school. i spent a couple minutes in the bathroom before peeking out, and when i saw that she was gone i ran back to find my friend red faced and sweating bullets as he hung from the ceiling. i told him the coast was clear and watched as he hand-walked six inches down the wall before his sweaty hands slipped and he crashed in a heap of angry teenager.

Now, one would think the story should end there, as i wish it did, unfortunately it does not. it was a mere three days later that we were casually wandering about the rear of the school when my friend spotted a stone stair case that led tot he second floor class rooms. and of course, being the vengeful opportunist that he is, he proposed my journey to the second floor stairs and a 'heroic' leap to the ground. HA! i looked at him as if he had suggested an anti-freeze martini as a night cap. he is cunning however, and was equipped with the fearsome 'trust me' combination.

so up i was, peering down at him from the top of the stairs. and before my brain could catch up with my ego, i leaped to the ground. and i must say i was very graceful, until the ground broke my fall and i tumbled, squeaked, and said some things my mother would smack me for. and that is how i learned the power of 'trust me'

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