Life of a VPSAer

For those of you who do not go to Veritas Press Scholars Academy, a VPSAer is a person who goes to this school.  Anyway, I just have a quick (and hopefully humorous) story to tell you.

I am one of those famous (or infamous) VPSA students, and I am proud of that fact.  Anyway, I was in Rhetoric class and since we were waiting for Mr. Davis to call us back into the main room from the breakout rooms, I decided to fetch some cinnamon Poptarts.  And toast them.  (Normally I just eat them straight out of the package.)  I jogged downstairs and grabbed a packaged tart that goes Pop from the top of my closet (don't ask me how it got there), and dashed back upstairs.

Seeing that he hadn't called us back in, I walked to the kitchen and slid them into the toaster, and then pushed down to make it toast.  Because that's what toaster's do.  Toaster's toast.  When I heard Mr. Davis' voice over the mic. I hurried back into the living room and cradled the laptop in my arms back to the kitchen to patiently wait for my Poptarts to pop.  My patience running dry, I lift the pusherdowner back up (I don't know the proper name for the pusherdowner)

And that's when it happened, the Poptarts slid through the grid and down into the bottom of the toaster.  I was horrified that this man-made contraption would turn traitor.  Violently ripping open the silverware drawer, I shoved a fork down to wiggle the Poptarts out  (Which is very stupid, but I wasn't thinking at the time).  And to put an already long story short, I ended up dumping all the contents of the toaster (burnt crumbs and all) out onto the counter.  (Which I did clean up mom, don't worry)  Snatching up the Tarts I walked out of the room with my trophies and one hand, and my class in the other.