Bake Sale (3/24/09)

I'm walking around on campus. I have no idea why I feel the need to go to campus if I'm not going to go to my classes. My report card is going to suck!
In one building I see various baked goods set out on a long table. They look good so I go in. I see prices. A bake sale? Sweet. I get a plate and start choosing the bars that I want. Banana something? Yes. Someone took the last thing with blueberries before I could get it. Ugly cookie? Not so much.
Mr Murphree walks up to me and is talking to me about stuf. I think he still thinks I'm around in the high school. It's been like 15 years now since I was in his class. You think he'd know better.