The story of Janet, the College Drop-out

“Hey Janet, can I talk to you for a second?” Asks the teacher.

“Sure. What’s up Mrs. W?”

“You are failing my class. And you won’t be able to make it up by the end of the semester. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“I’m gonna drop out of school,” says Janet, “ and become a flash mob dancer. That’s always been my dream. Goodbye”

*****************************next day

I called all my friends. Told them to meet up with me at 12:00 p.m at the mall. I’m there at 11:54, and I can’t find anyone. Anyway, it hits noon, and I start dancing like crazy. Everybody is looking and laughing. I thought I was good, and I look down to start my jazz hands low, and I realize I’m naked. I make this really high pitched sound, that I highly regret because the people that weren’t looking, glanced over at me. I made a mad dash for the closest shop, which happened to be Aeropostle. Of course, the dressing rooms were locked. So I was standing there, my hands over my junk, when my ex walked straight up to me.

“Hello Janet.” says my ex in the most annoying tone ever.

“Hi….? Do you work here now.”

“Yes. Yes I do…may I ask you why you’re naked?”

“Oh, that? Umm… I actually have no idea how I got naked.”

“Interesting….”

She was very nice, and gave me her yoga outfit that she had. She loves yoga. Anyway, I was wearing this skin tight shirt, with girly yoga pants walking out of the building. Everybody noticed me, but this time nobody laughed. I realized I kind of liked the feeling of the clothes, and that’s how I became a drag queen.