I was sitting in health class my 7th grade year, tapping the floor with my pink and white Tretorns, when Ms. Hall walked in class and announced that there would be a special treat. Last time she'd informed us we'd have a 'special treat' was when Officer Mike came to class and showed us his billboard of what all the illegal drugs looked like. Then he had this girl Shelly drink Scope and blow in a breathalizer. Now while this trick impressed many of the baseball jocks that sat on the right hand side of the room, I wasn't so enthralled. So I pulled out a sheet of my hot pink notebook paper and started writing a note to my best friend Chelsea about how lame class was, how bad Ms. Hall's hair looked today, and whether or not she had seen Rudy yet (her epic crush).
I didn't even look up when Ms. Hall wheeled the tv/vcr cart into the room. I was too busy drawing a horse in the margins of my note to Chelsea. Ms. Hall waved a vcr tape in front of the class and announced, "Today, we're not going to study health. I'm giving you a break. We're going to watch A Christmas Story". Cheers broke out in the class. Me? I was clueless. I'd never even heard of the movie. Granted, this was December, so it was fitting, but I was imagining some story about the Nativity when I heard the title.
Over the next hour, I watched A Christmas Story raptly. Hands down, it was one of the funniest movies I'd ever seen. Better, even, than my all time favorite Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. That note I was so intent on writing? Completely abandoned. I was taken in by Ralphie and Randy and their antics. We weren't able to get through the entire movie before the bell rang, but Ms. Hall did make good on her promise by showing us the second half two days later. And it's always been one of my favorite movies ever since.
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