Dear Readers,

I got a request for a Doctor-Who fic years ago, and it's finally begun. While I am dedicating most of my time to my Strange Things Happen sequel for Narnia, consider this an early Christmas present. This will not be a very long story, only long enough to be a Christmas Special type of episode, in which I stumble into the Doctor, and will go on a crazy adventure full of aliens, war, Christmas, planets, and a little Time And Relative Dimension In Space… ;)

Lots of love!

Pippin

Chapter One

The Piiiiiicric Acid Incident

Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way…

A classic Christmas tune and indescribable joy bubbles through my mind as soon as the sunlight greets me. Through the double heavy doors, out of the brick building and into the stark December freeze, free of my very last final of the fall semester.

"I am doooone!" I declared to no one in particular, jumping off the last two stairs and beginning my last trek down the sidewalk, admiring everything around me without the filter of study. Study. Study.

The trees are finally naked in the cold, the green grass is mint colored under a hoar frost, and the flag on the quad snaps and shakes its chain with the wind. There's hardly a cloud in the sky, but with the below-35 weather, it isn't hard to guess that we won't have snow for Christmas (as usual). Sometime around New Years, the freeze would lighten a bit, the fog would roll in, and we'd have an icy road problem.

But until then…

"Merry Christmas!" I screeched to the people I knew, waving goodbye and giving hugs as I made my way across the middle of campus back to my apartment. The campus had been decorated with little twinkly lights since the first of the month, but even now in the mid-morning, they seemed to shine brighter.

It's finally Christmas! It's finally Christmas! It's finally Christmas!

I slapped my gloves together, trying to keep my fingers warm. The air wasn't just brisk; it was too cold for freakin' polar bear.

Tonight, my family was going to pile in the giant suburban and come pick me up, and we were all going to go out for burgers. Until then, I had time to put away school things, get perishables out of the fridge, clean house, and pack up my clothes for holiday break at my home. Stepping through that back doorway was one of the things I looked forward to the most. The mini light on the windowsills and the smell of cookies...

It's the most wonderful time of the year. Really.

It made me feel like composing poems on the spot. Something awkward that often happens to my brain, when walking across the lawns, when I'm in a good mood. No joke.

There's a hop in my skip and a skip in my hop,

It's like someone just gave me a key to Gringotts…

Jingle bells, cookie smells, cocoa in the pot…

All I want is for Christmas to not stop…

Not my best. In fact it's pretty terrible. But moving on. I decided to take a quick detour across the chasm to get a little cash at the bank for my tithe on Sunday. What is the chasm, you ask?

Well, Hogwarts has the Forbidden Forest. Walden University has the chasm, a long stretch of woodland growth shrouding two banks of a creek that runs entirely from one side of campus to the other. Eventually dorms come to an abrupt end on the edge of woods, crisscrossed with little walking trails, footbridges, a few hidden meadows and break-up benches along the paths. Beware walking the isolated trails at nightfall in case of creepy humans leering about, or if you live in one of the campus housing at the edge, expect to find deer in the yard weekly.

There are two roads, one that goes down and around the outdoor theater on the far end of the chasm, and on the other side, the second road rises steeply up through the narrowest section of canyon (where the "woods" break off for a moment to make room for a fire pit, a stairwell, and an emergency call pole that is out of service).

I took the one less traveled by—just kidding. I just followed the curve of the road down the hill, around the edge of three dorms, across the creek—

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHT.

The first time I heard a semi-truck make the Tardis sound, I almost lost my mind. I whirled around and looked wildly towards the highway, only to hear the reverb of the truck let out a roar of exhaust and continue on. Then I texted a friend, embarrassed about it, but she only confirmed my nerdiness by saying that she would have done the same thing.

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHT.

I had heard that noise so many times I almost didn't react anymore. Still, I couldn't help but slow down, ears perking up and brain chiding me for being silly.

FWOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFSHT.

But… it's never gone on for more than a split second. Only once, then the sound of the truck always follows. But this almost sounds like it's on repeat…

FWOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFSHT.

And there is no truck.

"For the love of all that is holy," I whispered, turning in a slow circle and looking around me. The fire pit looked relatively normal, sitting inside of its open sided pavilion. The steep hill behind it, with fern banked stairs going down to the creek edge, was empty. The road was empty—students were mostly packed up and leaving, or sitting in a three hour final exam. A breeze scuttled out of the gravel path that led deeper into the woods on my left, quaking the dead, brown branches all around.

"Naturally," I said, sighing with disappointment.

I turned and slammed face-first into a little blue door, causing me to immediately falling backwards and land, spread-eagle, on the road.

Oh asphalt, how often you have been here to catch me when I fall. Let us be married!

"Oi!" said a voice on the inside of the blue door. The little blue door was hardly wide enough for a large person to squeeze through, making the appearance of the little blue outhouse look surprisingly narrow, but a lot taller.

This is what most people would recognize as a "Police Box" from England's older days, like a phone booth, only a dusty blue. They would come equipped with a phone for dropping the police a line, but they don't build them anymore.

This one—in particular—didn't even need to materialize out of thin air nor have a little flickering siren-light on top for me to know that it was no ordinary police box.

It's the Tardis, the space-ship-time-machine of the Doctor himself.

"Oi!" I said loudly in a London accent, snickering mischievously. "Watch where you're landing, eh?"

The door burst open, and the tenth Doctor poked his head out, hair askew and eyes boggled behind a pair of hipster glasses. He stared at me for a moment, open-mouthed, while I rubbed the end of my nose hazily.

"Did I land on you?" he exclaimed loudly.

"No, but you landed in my destination about a millisecond before I arrived," I said in regular northwest American dialect (which is… nothing much), trying to fight my huge, geeky grin. I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Sorry—I thought I heard a London accent for a moment," the Doctor asked with understandable confusion.

"It was fake," I said without apology. "It comes and goes."

"Riiight," the Doctor squinted at me doubtfully. "I'm sorry—are you all right?"

"Sure, no harm done, I think," I said politely.

He stared at me, not replying. I let my eyebrows creep up before adding, "Really. I'm fine."

"Aren't you surprised to find this here?" the Doctor gestured to the Tardis.

"Of course!" I smiled, giddily. "SO surprised!"

The Doctor cocked his head quizzically. "So—where—am I, exactly?"

"Ah, yes, sorry," I said, indicating the woodsy area and the road to the dorms with some halfhearted stewardess attitude. "You have the pleasure—nay, the privilege—of being at Walden University, United States, Earth. And in case you were wondering, it's the year 2011. December sixteenth, to be exact. MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

"Merry Christmas!" the Doctor repeated, abashed, but looking very happy about it.

"I'd give you latitude and longitude but I have no clue."

The Doctor cocked his head at me again. I repeated the gesture, confused. I thought he'd be blabbing about something by now. Something like "Basically, run" or "fancy that! ALLONSY!"

But he said nothing at first. "Do you… know who I am?" he asked.

"The Doctor," I said with confidence.

"Have we met before?"

"Uh, no. We have not."

"Then who are you?" he asked. "Maybe we haven't met yet?"

"Long story," I smiled sheepishly. "What if I told you that you've landed in a parallel earth where 'the Doctor' is a character of fiction? You're as recognizeable as… Father Christmas!" Time for some British lingo here. There will never be a language barrier between us as long as I can help it!

"Nooooo!" laughed the Doctor.

"I'm serious. If you head over to London you'd find none of those alien attacks, fat blobs, or Titanic space ship things ever happened!"

"Fat blobs…?" he repeated, eyes narrowing.

I gave him a panicked smile. Oops. Hasn't happened yet. So we're post Runaway Bride, pre-Companion-Donna… darn. I really liked his personality when he was with Donna.

"It's just a thing," I shrugged. "You're like a legend… thing. You are a person from legends! Lots of legends!"

British television. Close enough.

"And the fact that a blue police box landed in the middle of the road on your college campus didn't—I dunno—strike you as a bit, odd, then, if I'm merely a legend?" he asked, stepping farther out.

I held out my hands defensively. "Can I help being happy if my favorite legend is coming to life before my eyes?"

The Doctor looked at me closely. For a moment I felt that I was a little bug in a microscope in a lab, being scrutinized, critiqued. He could probably hear the adoration in my voice, and was perfectly creeped out by it, or entranced. I was hoping for the latter.

"I'm serious," I said. "Um. The look you're giving me makes me feel like I'd better help you out by being in a Petri dish. Will the fire pit over there do?"

He burst into laughter. "Uh, sorry, um, well, let's introduce ourselves properly, anyhow," the Doctor grinned and stepped out into the street, slipping his glasses off into the front pocket of his trench coat and holding out his hand. "So—I'm the Doctor—which you know already, I suppose. And not a legend at all—as you can see. Alive, well, and ticking!"

"Allo!" I declared. "I'm…" I ceased suddenly. I've been going by Pippin in abnormal situations ever since I can remember. It rolled off the tongue as easily as my real name. But this wasn't me going into a fantastical world, where anonymous titles seemed like such a hot idea. This was the Doctor! THE Doctor!

I grimaced. "I'm… Pippin," I finished, with a sigh.

The Doctor gave me another critical, studying look. "Why did you hesitate?"

"Oh, you know, old habits," I brushed it off with a smile. "Parents always say—never give your name to a stranger! I'm naturally loud but secretly shy as heck. But you're the Doctor… and… and… well, luck does not favor the timid."

"Oh, snappy, aren't we," the Doctor grinned at my obvious personality disorder.

"Moving on," I said quickly. "What are you doing in Walden? Please don't tell me there is some kind of alien threat, where some large corporation has decided to sacrifice human life for the next step in evolution where they can rule the world and blah blah blah."

The Doctor's mouth dropped open. "Tell me, is my legend in a book available at the local library?"

"Nope!" I said easily enough. "Unavailable! Out of print nowadays! Can't help you there!"

"GreeeAAAAat," he drawled. "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm in the wrong year. I meant to come in twenty-ten. Heard a thing about a mysterious explosive acid being hidden away in Walden University's science building. I thought I might have a look." He said this with a 'there could be danger but I'm awesome so no problem' kind of tone.

I burst out laughing. "Really? Somewhere in your universe, you heard about that?"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I did, in the Intergalactic Science Daily News. Little snippets of science progression around the galaxy in the past, present, and future. Technology based, of course—there are so few time travelers. Anyhow, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, do you?"

"Piiiiicric acid," I drawled, laughing. "It's an explosive. But it was a complete overreaction. We had the bomb squad, state police, everything. Everything was disposed of without a problem, and we all got to sit in the gymnasium like refugees."

"Are you sure?" the Doctor asked, seriously.

"Yes, of course. It's already happened. I mean, I was there…"

"Best to check though," the Doctor disappeared inside the Tardis. Before I could say another word, the light on top began to whir and the Tardis made that exhausting rush of air sound.

"Wait!" I cried. I want to go! What the heck! The Doctor actually shows up in my life and I only get to talk to him for five minutes?

I barely had time to think as the Tardis disappeared entirely from the road before me. But the sound never stopped. Fwoosht, fwoosht… it continued, till, the Tardis was rematerializing right where it had stood.

"Uh—change your mind?" I asked, completely overjoyed that he was staying after all. You'd better not leave again, alien boy, till you've asked me to come with you! I can't let this opportunity go!

"Change my mind?" said the voice inside, as the Tardis seemed fully massed. The light and sound calmed down, and the door creaked open, and there was the Doctor again.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Did you change your mind?" I repeated. "About going back to 2010?"

"No, I did!" the Doctor smiled. "And I've come back… and…" his gaze changed from one of amiable politeness to recognition. "WHY HELLO!" he cried loudly, grinning and stepping out of the Tardis. "It's uh—uh—Pippin, wasn't it?" he shook my hand vigorously. "Good to see you!"

"You only just… I mean…" I stumbled. "How long has it been for you?"

"I was in 2010 for a week," the Doctor explained. "I am fairly certain that the world would have ended as you know it, if I hadn't returned and fixed your science labs little 'problem'. You know what kept that acid from growing into a Genus Klorin Dophulus? Me! Coincidentally, I saw you as you walked to the gym. You were laughing a CONSIDERABLE amount for someone whose life was in danger."

"I didn't think my life was in danger," I snickered. "And what the heck is a Klorin Dophulus?"

"Genus," the Doctor corrected. "It so HAPPENS that the unsupervised acid had crystallized—not with an explosive—but with an insect known as the Klora. Had they been allowed to mix for much longer, an entire swarm of the Klorin Dophulus may have taken over the campus, and eventually, the entire United States. Does that sound funny to you?"

I bit my lip, hiding my laughter. "Um… yes?"

The Doctor finally smiled, not judging me for my humor. "Well—I guess it would seem funny to you. In this context."

"Indeed," I snickered. "And what's funnier is that you came back to the exact moment you left, and so, nothing has changed for me, but you look a little happier and wilder now that you have had a successful adventure."

"Aaaah, well," winced the Doctor. "Can't have everything stay perfect, can we? Sometimes going in and doing a little housekeeping and—well—saving the world—has to happen. Even without help sometimes."

"You should have let me tag along," I said, completely nonchalantly, as if I was asking what his favorite ice cream flavor was. "I could have shown you where to go. I could have gotten you into that building without the bomb squad finding you… back stairway, and all that."

The Doctor laughed heartily. "That would have been extremely helpful! It took quite a long time circling around where no one could see me. Eventually," his voice dimmed somewhat in its happiness. "Oh, you know—eventually—I was able to get where I needed to be, and without assistance."

"Probably a bit lonely though, you know, saving the world without someone to congratulate you for it," I gave him a sly smile.

The Doctor scoffed. "Hardly!" we lapsed into silence, and I looked away towards the creek, but the Doctor's gaze remained.

I laughed to myself, wondering who'd be writing this episode if it were a Christmas special. Moffat, I'd die at the end. Davies, I'd simply leave and bid him a tearful farewell.

"Thanks for saving the world," I said sincerely. "Thank-you for what you do. Now, how does that sound? Not bad to hear it out loud, huh?"

"It isn't too bad," the Doctor chuckled. He broke off in mid-laughter, and suddenly seemed to examine my face, then looked back at the Tardis, and then me again

"WELL, it was LOVELY meeting you," He whirled towards the door as he spoke.

"Wait," I said, a little panicked. "You aren't leaving—again—are you?"

The Doctor slowly withdrew his hand from the handle on the Tardis door.

"I don't, uh, have to leave exactly, I don't have anything pressing," the Doctor admitted, looking around the patch of woods without much interest.

"But it's not exactly super exciting here either," I added. "Nothing to keep you here. After all, it is 2011."

"I'm not needed here," the Doctor corrected. "There are other places I could go."

I let myself smile. "And the Doctor goes where he is needed."

"That's right!"

"Or," I continued, "He just goes where he intends on having a good time in some kind of historical or planetary event which ends up only being a cover for some kind of hostile activity in which you or the companion are kidnapped and are forced to save the world from impending doom…"

"That is where your comic books—or whatever medium it is—has grossly exaggerated! I wouldn't say that happens every time," the Doctor grinned. "Sometimes me and… well, my friends, or friend… we'll go somewhere and have a great time."

"Really?" I said doubtfully. "Those are never included in our… legends."

"Drama makes a better story," the Doctor offered. "Naturally not everything that happens to me will be passed down and made into legend. No one will want to hear about interrupting a Beatles concert or sleeping in on a Saturday morning."

"Ri-ight," I should've said that first, I'm the literature major. "However, still, I would think that you can't go anywhere without finding some kind of... disaster. Some horrible, ridiculous plot from evil-doers that you will inevitably stumble upon and will have to save a strange alien species from their malice."

"Sometimes it's saving aliens from humans."

"Or suppose, you go into some kind of famous Earth historical event, in which the history books all know it as a specific disaster from natural occurrences but it is really alien activity!"

"Weeeeelll…"

"Then there is always landing aboard a planet or a ship with a small group of elite people—between five or nine—who are being slowly possessed by some alien persona and begins to kill off fellow crew members till the thing is discovered and stopped and before you destroy it you feel some kind of kinship with it and forgive it before it goes."

"Hang on," said the Doctor, abashed. "How long is this novel you've been reading? Or are these legends exchanged simply by word of mouth?"

"Or maybe," I continued, on a roll, "The whole planet has been enslaved or destroyed one way or another and the only reason that you and your companion had a good time was because by some trick, it was erased from history and never happened. I'll bet you that one of these formulaic occurrences have followed you everywhere at least twice. I bet you've never had a trouble-free visit. Anywhere. Anytime."

"I'll take that bet," the Doctor said, looking mischievous. "Miss-I-know-it-all-because-I've-read-all-about-you. Miss Pippin of Walden University who crushed my faint hope of solving the acid-in-the-science-building problem and turned out to need saving after all. I will bet YOU—yes you—that we can take one, short, distant little trip, and nothing will go wrong."

"We?" I said faintly. Is he actually asking me? Is this it?

"Oh, I meant," the Doctor looked away. "If you want, if you don't have anything immediate to do." He tried not to sound eager. I think he actually wants me to come!

"My trip to the bank can wait," I said breathlessly. "Do you mean it? I get to ride in the Tardis?"

"And you know her name, too?" the Doctor snapped. "This will take all the fun out if you guess everything!"

"Nothing could stop me from having fun, even my indisputable knowledge," I said sassily. "Doctor, I gladly take your bet. If you lose, you owe me a real trip where nothing bad happens. If you win…" I lost my train of thought. "Well—what have I got to offer a Timelord? I don't know. I'll draw you a picture, or something."

"Ah, Pippin-know-it-all-the-ARTIST!" the Doctor mocked, not unkindly.

"And a good one, too," I shot back. I think the Doctor likes a little pluck.

For a moment, the Doctor only grinned slowly.

"What are you standing around for? Jibbering and jabbing and… jabbering!" the Doctor whirled in a small circle and made talking motions with his hand. "There's a peaceful, beautiful planet, far beyond the Milky Way, and it's just asking for a tourist! Or two!" He went to the Tardis, grasped the knob, and threw open the door, stepping inside and motioning me to follow. He sighed happily and tore off his large brown trenchcoat, and shut the small door behind me, ushering me in hospitably. "So tell me, tell me, tell me, what are you studying?"

"I'm a literature major, I graduate university in four months," I beamed. "I'm a little bit proud of the fact that I have survived the ordeal known as college. Actually, I'm mostly just relieved that I haven't had to introduce myself as a freshman for three years straight and still going strong."

The Doctor actually laughed at my joke. "So—English, then?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Papers and books, that's what I do..."

"Favorite author!" he asked loudly, pointing at me.

"Just one?" I whined.

"First one that came to mind?"

"Charles Dickens!"

"I've met him," the Doctor exclaimed, snapping his fingers and walking up the plank-like floor to the console.

"I'm jealous! And you know that was followed very closely by C.S. Lewis and Jane Austen…"

"Excellent choices, excellent…"

"…and Russel T. Davies," I added, straight-faced.

"Oh, never heard of him."

I looked around the interior of the Tardis, with the warm copper lighting, the tubular pillars writhing about the edges, the glowing spheres in the walls, the circular platform in the center where the console stood, a mass of blinking lights, levers, and screens. The center pillar, like a glass tube of shiny aqua-colored bubbles, worked like a boiling experiment in a beaker.

"So—It's no wonder why you have such a low opinion on the safety of my adventures," the Doctor laughed, watching my expression as I took the scene in. "In my humble—but usually correct, opinion—I think that your legends might be slightly inaccurate."

"I'd be willing to take your word for it, if we didn't just make a bet," I laughed, tentatively putting my hand on the rail and walking up from the Tardis entrance, up to the center platform. "And this is lovely. Very lovely."

"Thank-you," he beamed. The smile disappeared after a pause, and he gave me a look. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to ask?"

I blinked. "Ask what? Oh right—where are we going?"

"No, that's the second question. You skipped the first."

I stared at him, wondering what I had gotten wrong. Suddenly, it clicked. "OH!" I exclaimed. "The inside! It's bigger on the inside! Right! Uh—boy," I adopted a London accent again. "Blimey! Et's bigga on the insiiiide! How'd y' do thaht?"

The Doctor paused over the Tardis controls and sighed. "You're just playing along now—that must be something in your blasted novel? Or legends? Or whatever the devil it is."

"Sorry," I said meekly. "It really is astonishing to be in here, though. Really. It's incredible. I love this."

The Doctor slowly smiled.

"Plus," I added, "Did I mention I'm scared to death of flying? And space? And time-travel, now that I think about it? Time-travel doesn't even exist in this world. But you're here—so—I'm going to leap at this opportunity. Call me weird if you will."

The Doctor was now grinning like a kid at Christmas. "Miss-Pippin-Who-Is-Scared-To-Death-of-Everything-That-I-Do-and-still-goes-with-me-by-pure-gumption-and-stupidity-and-for-the-sake-of-winning-a-bet—I like you very much!"

I wasn't expecting that. "Really?"

"Aye! You're facing some of your biggest fears right now! You humans… you're just… amazing! Always going forward!"

"There aren't spiders, are there?" I asked, looking around.

The Doctor shook his head. "You're afraid of space… and spiders?"

"More so of spiders than of space."

The Doctor threw back his head and laughed. "Oh you HUMANS! Spiders? And space travel? HA!"

"They're so creepy," I argued.

"Of course!" the Doctor pushed a lever down with his foot, grasped a knob and gave it a turn, pushed five buttons that made musical-like notes and whirled a small circular handle, which cranked like a plastic steering wheel on a toy car. "And now for your second question!"

"Yes?" I said excitedly, clapping my hands. "Where are we going?"

"That, Miss-Pippin-who-thinks-she-knows-everything… you're just going to have to wait and find out!" He punched a gear. "HANG ON!" he hollered. I grasped the edge of the console, on a small handle, clutching for dear life.

The Tardis actually didn't feel as if it left the ground, but the whole structure seemed to shudder, spark, shake like an earthquake and finally jolt heavily.

"That was fast!" I said, breathing hard. It's like an elevator. Only worse.

"You've just traveled in space for the first time," said the Doctor, face aglow. "How do you feel?"

"Where have we gone?" I gasped.

"Only about eight hundred years in the future," the Doctor laughed. "Oh, and only about twenty-three thousand light years directly south of planet earth."

"I think I need to sit down," I said, every fiber of my being attempting to grasp the distance, space, and time frame that I was now in. I can't believe it. This doesn't even seem real. "So I've space traveled… and time traveled… simultaneously, right?"

"That's right! You've got the idea."

I lowered myself to the ground. "What's outside?"

The Doctor smacked one last button on the panel and trotted to my side. "Why don't you come out and see?"

I stood back up quickly. "I'm just freaking out a little here. That's all," I added in a British accent.

The Doctor stared at me quizzically. "Why DO you do that?"

"It feels natural," I shrugged. "I'm a chameleon. My voice changes with the scenario."

"Most peculiar," the Doctor smiled again. "Ready for this?"

"Uh… sure."

The Doctor fairly ran up to the door, whipped it open, and stepped out. I did not immediately follow.

This feels too easy, I thought.

"Is this real?" I called out after him.

"Yes!"

"Am I going to wake up?"

"Nope!"

I removed my backpack and left it sitting near the controls, removed my sunglasses from the front pocket and tucked them on my head. I put my cell phone in my pocket and briefly wondered if there was something I should bring—in case something really did go wrong. I had bet the Doctor that something always goes wrong, but I did not take into account that I was willingly putting myself in danger if I truly believed it.

And isn't it the companions who have a tendency to suffer physically, while the Doctor deals with emotional repercussions and not much else?

"Are you coming?" the Doctor demanded impatiently from the door.

I tightened the laces on my black Converse and pulled my last three items—a pocket notepad, a pen, and my pocketknife—and added these things to my jacket pockets. Then I walked clumsily towards the door, and out into a bright white sunshine and clean, balmy air.

Coming next: Pippin and the Doctor arrive at Nimrode, and despite the peaceful, tourist friendly atmosphere, there are some darker forces at work that the Doctor will just have to ignore if he hopes to win that bet. But we all know it's a losing battle anyhow.

Author's Note: Yes, the acid incident DID happen at my university—and to my knowledge—the entire world was not in danger. But then again, this introduction is set after my last final of the day… which is tomorrow. And today I realized that I would need to go to the bank after my final and will be walking through that same path… what a coincidence! If I don't update for years from this point on, it must mean the Doctor whisked me away. ;)

If you're interested in the complete overreaction at my university, google "piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicric acid scare at university" (just without the extra vowels there... lol... I don't want this fan fiction to show up when people google my school. That'd be embarrassing...) find the article from ka2 news. It's amusing.

Review and let me know if I should continue =)