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In 7th and 8th grade I was in charge of the milk cooler. The principal (nun) let me borrow her keys to open and close it before and after lunch.
One day, it started snowing heavily. The principal decided to close school at noon. She then asked for her keys.
O, no. Where are they? I had lost them in the snow. Akkkkk. I’m going to be killed. I hunted and hunted. No keys. Fessed up, told sister I lost them in the snow.
We both looked. Looked. Looked some more.
At one point, I slipped in the snow, skidding a few feet. When I got up, there, buried in the snow where I slipped, we’re the keys.
I sheepishly gave the keys back to the principal. She actually didn’t quite kill me.
I walked home, thanking my guardian angel the whole way.
Blessings,
Stephie