My trick failed.

At Machlon Chezgiyahu, the place with all the sides, all the POV, all the fighting, you knew there had to be a catch, some problem to make it all balance out. Since our days were pretty packed, they imposed a curfew of one on us. There was a guard outside the building, and we'd have to report back to him before 1:00, or else we'd wind up in some sort of trouble.

That really wasn't that wrong. With some of the drunks in this group, many people came back at around two, two thirty. This was solved when one of the group members (me, actually) discovered a hole in the fence. The people would come back as late as they wanted, jimmy themselves through the whole, and walk into the room, without having to sign in late. When the people in charge came around to check on them, we were to say that they were on the roof, relaxing.

That was the problem. The inspectors came trihourly, asking where the people were, waking the other five people in the rooms up in the process, and eventually punishing everybody the next day for the late arrivals. Eventually, we slept through it, but that was hardly the point. Their logic was that they stayed up waiting for us (which we didn't quite believe), so it shouldn't matter what they did worrying for us.

So, I came up with a plan. They claimed that they stayed up waiting for us, and it was all for our own good. We were also punished for not coming back on time. So, what would happen if somebody hid, or fell asleep, or whatever, on the grounds, while the inspectors stayed up all night?

This way, I also couldn't get into trouble. I didn't actually leave. I went into aroom to sit, think, read, play on my computer, etc., because my room is packed with six people per room.

I would leave after dinner, go into this room, and basically hang out, until one of my friends at around two or so would quietly say that they don't know where I am, and generally cause them to panic to the extant that they foretold, i.e., combing the streets of Jerusalem.

At most, I figured, this would get them to calm down and lax the rules up a bit. At the least, I figured, it would be great fun to watch.

I had it set that I would sneak away early after dinner, it was a very small classroom, about thirty by fifteen feet. I brought some books to the room, through some rather complicated espionage, I had smuggled my laptop in, and all I had to do was sit there and wait.

No. That wasn't the problem, I'm not hyperactive. I'm a rather patient guy.

I couldn't really read, because I didn't want to be found, and so, I didn't turn on the light, but I did type up a few journal entries in here, and played a few games of Worms. Again, that wasn't the problem.

The first problem was noticed at around 10:00, when it dawned on me that, hello, it's a raining, near freezing, Jerusalem December, and I was wearing shorts in a room with no heater. I was wearing a sweater, but that didn't help all that much.

At around 11:30, after spending the last hour and a half hugging the computer to keep warm, one of my friends, Vegard, who was in on it, came in and brought a slightly wet blanket. Well, it was pouring out. So I reminded him that around one, one thirty, Vegard had to quietly, yet conspicuously, let it slip that they couldn't figure out where I was, but that they shouldn't worry, or anything else that would in effect make them worry.

So, I waited. I played on the computer, I typed some more, I caught a few winks. Time kept ticking. Nothing happened. No sounds, no "Michael? Michael?" or anything like that, just pouring rain. It was 2:30.

I began to feel really stupid. And I decided that at three I would back, no matter what. At 3:45, I headed back.

Nobody had ever told the inspectors, it was all a big waste.

They didn't even notice I was missing, ::sniff::

Get me outa here!!!

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Michael Kadish

"He gives you free will, and then a long list of opposing rules you have to follow. God is the world's biggest Sadist. Me, I'm the biggest humanist." --Satan in Devil's Advocate (Like it's a surprise to anybody that the father of the antichrist would be born in Jacksonville...)

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