Last Tuesday started like any normal, slightly too early school day, but things took a dramatic turn at lunch when I opened my backpack, fully ready to enjoy my mom’s legendary turkey sandwich which I was even thinking about during math class (sorry algebra), only to discover it was completely gone, vanished, disappeared, erased from existence like it had better plans. I froze, stared into my bag like it might magically reappear, and then immediately turned to my best friend and whispered, “Did you eat my sandwich?” She looked personally offended and said, “I would never break the sandwich law,” which sounded serious enough to believe, but still suspicious enough to investigate.
So, naturally, I launched a full detective mission right there in the cafeteria, checking every pocket of my bag (twice), inspecting the zipper like it was hiding secrets, and even scanning the room for the kid who trades snacks for pokemon cards. Nothing. My sandwich was still missing. Just when I was about to declare it the greatest mystery of our time, I had a terrible realization, I had left it in math class!
With 15 minutes lunch of left, I ran out of the cafeteria with my half-opened backpack and made my way to leman 2:10, the equations still hadn’t been erased from the board and one kid was still doing his test, so i discreetly tip-toed back to my seat and started looking for my sandwich, but it still wasn’t there, the only some-what edible food in that seat was the gum stuck to the bottom of the chair. But then I realised something. I never actually put it in my backpack. It was sitting at home. On the kitchen counter. Probably being admired (or eaten) by my dog.
The next day, I brought an extra sandwich for my best friend as an apology for accusing her of such a serious crime, and she accepted it like a hero who had been wronged but chose forgiveness anyway. In the end, I didn’t solve a mystery, but I did learn something, always remember where you put the X in the equation even if your dealing with the “regular” numbers