You’re in US History class at the buttcrack of dawn, basically half-asleep, when Mrs. McKnight and policemen in battlegear drag you out of class because a package has arrived for you and it’s ticking. So you walk all the way outside, way deep into the parking lot away from any buildings and they tell you to open it. It’s ticking, the police have on bomb gear, so obviously they think it *could* explode, but they ask YOU to open it.
And it’s just a metronome because you go to a boarding school for the arts and that’s what musicians order. Metronomes.
Oh random Govie memories…
High school was fun(ish).