  My days of skipping class to enjoy the weather have caught up with me; I was sentenced to spend three hours of my Saturday in a crowded classrooms with fellow truants. LC’s version of detention is by far the cruelest form of punishment. Officer Dan is a certified security guard, not an actual officer as he tries to project. No, Officer Dan is simply a gluttonous asshole on an endless power trip. He eats his Hostess cupcakes thoughtfully, drowning them in soda pop and simultaneously staring through your soul. I swear to god, Officer Dan evokes the feelings I would have if I ever met, say, Satan or Rush Limbaugh. It’s a clever little system, Saturday School. Fundamentally, it isn’t so bad. You sit in a desk, shut up, and pretend to be busy.
But the problem lies in Officer Dan. I kid you not; he threatened suspension for the following crimes; -Me asking for Kleenex (which, might I add, was a service to all of those sitting around me) -A freshman staring at him -A freshman sharpening her pencil without asking -Several girls who were coughing during his speech about the importance of attending class But just as I was playing with the idea of bolting out to door, I turned my head ever so slightly. And who, who of all people, was sitting to my right? Cale. Little did he know, I had spent the entire night previous downloading his songs, reading his poetry, his pose, and generally falling madly, madly in love with him.
He was reading a book, too. His eyes, so pensive and deep, focused intently on the pages. Oh god, he’s a reader! Could I love this boy anymore? There is a depth to him that I have only seen in fictitious characters and Conor Oberst. He’s incredible. If I was confident in any way, I would have used my three minute break to saunter over to his desk, mention casually I liked the way he played guitar. And oh yes, I like The Postal Service, Sting, Radiohead, Simon and Garfunkle and every other influence you mentioned on the website you share with my brother.
But no, I used my three minute break to blow my nose and stare at his near-holy loveliness. Saturday School is a weird thing. Students have skipped for various reasons; to smoke under the bridge, to get stoned, to avoid a test/presentation/assignment... But, ultimately the same resounding fact unites us; we are all kids who hate school, took action against it, and lost. Affectionately… Anna 
