This truly illustrates the effect that NALA has on me. Not only have
I lost a
lot of concentration in school, but there are times where I simply
NALA out of my mind. Just for your information this is based on a true
Narrator: Next to the entrance to Casey Hoerth's imagination stands
dressed in red. For the 8th time in seven days, the lioness NALA walks toward
red mind guard: State your name and purpose for entery.
NALA: My name is NALA, and I am here for a daydream.
red guard: What? you again? This is the eighth time this week.
NALA: Yeah, so? Are you going to let me through or will I have to force
red guard: Hold on, let me contact my superior....(using two way radio)
leader, the lioness by the name of "NALA" wants to enter for a daydream,
ok at this time?
red leader: No, not now, Casey is in the middle of an important math
red guard: Not right now ma'am. Casey is taking an important math exam.
NALA: It seems to me that you don't understand. I am NALA, and I am
here for a
red guard: Sorry ma'am, but this is an important test which requires
concentration. I can't have you messing around in his head right now.
untill he is in his next class period, history, that class doesn't matter.
Besides, if I let you through now, I could get demoted to the digestive
(NALA gives the red guard a sweet and innocent look, the red guard
gate with a subdued, hypnotized expression on his face. NALA walks
past the gate.)
Two minuets later.......
red leader: What?! This can't be happening, stop that lioness!
red ensign: Too late, she has already penetrated the second line of
Besides, who is going to be able to resist those wonderful eyes, and
'look' that she gives?
red leader: So you are saying that we have absolutely NO defense at
red ensign: Yep, basically.
red leader: Damn!
Me: (thinking out loud) Oh, jeez, not again, now I can't concentrate
Math teacher: Is something wrong Casey?
Me: Uhh, heh heh, no, not really.
Math teacher: Good, because I would hate to see you fail this test,
it counts as
fifteen percent of your grade, you know.
Narrator: The bell rings and it is time for history class. Meanwhile,
finds a nice cloud to sit on, and continues to redirect Casey's neurological
pathways toward herself.
Me: Oh well, its only history class. I've read this book cover-to-cover
ten times and my class still isn't past the Roman Empire, what a bunch
dumb-butts. I think I will just sit here and daydream.
History Teacher: CASEY! READ! NOW!
Me: Uhh, what page is that again?
History Teacher: (speaking in a sarcastically condescending manor) Feel
telling the class what your daydreaming about?
Me: No, actually I don't.
History Teacher: Your days are numbered, mister! Quit lipping off!
Me: (thinking) Jeez, and I still have five hours to go.