By Noah Nazmiyal ’16, Humor Staff Writer

It was 4^th period, and I left my backpack in the L to quickly grab something to eat before I went up for my Chemistry Honors (emphasis on Honors) class. When I walked back to get my backpack, it was gone. I was confused as I distinctly remembered placing my bag under the bench in the L, but then I saw the Dean of Students strolling my backpack away with many others. I ran up to her and asked if I could have it back, but I was told I would have to wait for the end of the day. After Chemistry Honors, I had AP US History (emphasis on AP), and I had to present something about the Civil War with diagrams that I had in my backpack. I was screwed.

Now it was time to think of how to get my backpack back. I was very nervous because if I didn’t do an A job on my project, I would never be able to get into an Ivy League School, and because I went to Newark Academy, that was the only thing that was acceptable. With the help of one of my other friends who got his bag taken away, I devised a plan. I would get onto the roof, dive into the air vent, and my friend would lower me into the Dean’s office where the backpacks were. After I got them, he would raise me back up and we would be off to our next class in no time and I would ace my AP US project. After much excitement, our dream came to an end after we realized that we would be expelled if we went on the roof. We realized that a better idea would to be for one of us to distract the Dean’s assistant while she was at lunch, and sneak in and get the backpacks. My friend snuck into the room and picked up both of our backpacks. We left and I aced my AP US project. The next day I received a detention on my clip. My chances of getting into Harvard were over.