Give a Penny, Take a Penny

On my first day of high school--already very intimidating--I was in line at the front office to "check in". Well, I was wearing a coat and I ALWAYS had pockets full of change. Don't ask me why, I just did.

So as I'm waiting in line with my friend, Michelle, change keeps falling out of my pocket, and I keep picking it up and putting it back. It's getting really frustrating, I'm starting to wonder where the hole is in my pocket!

Well, Michelle is looking at my like I'm crazy...and its then that I realize that NOTHING is falling from my pockets. There was a group of Seniors on the balcony dropping pennies on the Freshmen...and I'm frantically picking them up!! When I realized what was going on, I looked up and they started yelling, "Scrounge!"

Now, isn't that awful??