The family dominant “dork” gene is something I have been fighting forever! My parents couldn’t help but pass down the “dork” gene to my brother and I – they were both dominant DD (D – for dork) on the Punnett Square. My brother is far cooler than I will ever be! I am more apt to breakout in dorkiness than he his at any given moment. This was the case the other day at school as my dork gene made an embarrassing appearance as I walked down the hall. One might think, “Oh, she tripped.” Nope, but that has happened to me and with a hall filled with kids! In defense of myself, I was tripped and the “dork” gene was not at fault for that one. What happened was this:

Classes were just in session and I left to go use the bathroom. I don’t like being in the halls while kid traffic is heavy – due to the tripping experience. I was coming out of the bathroom when I saw a boy rushing through the hall carrying a plastic bag with a giant hole in the bottom, spilling white powder all over the floor! I pointed this out to him, “Dude, you’re spilling all over!” thinking maybe he didn’t know what he was doing. He glanced up and said quickly, “Oh I know, I’m sorry.” and rushed by me. I responded with a wise and well-thought, “O.K.” and continued walking back to the class I was in. I figured he was rushing off to an art class or whatever and plus, they can simply vacuum that up later – right? I’ll get to the hindsight in a moment… It was Friday and everyone met in the gym for the Homecoming pep rally. While walking over to the gym I noticed the white powdery stuff all over the ground and simply thought in a dorky way, “Wow, he really got around!” I was standing in the gym at the pep rally when my principal walked up to me and whispered, “Viola, you saw the kid in the hall spilling sugar?” What? How did he know? I looked confused as I felt the panic of, “Oh crap what did I do?” rising. I just looked at him and said, “Yeah… I did.” The principal then said, “Could you ID him? He poured sugar through two main buildings and on camera surveillance we couldn’t make out his face. You were the only person who saw him and talked to him.” Hello “dork” gene! Are you kidding me! I watched this kid rush by with his dumb bag and did nothing to stop or aid him! “I don’t know if I can remember his face, but I know he had blond hair…” was all I could say. I cannot believe I was the only one who saw this kid! After lunch I was able to give a positive ID on a kid the vice-principal had. She was able to narrow it down to two possible kids and only one had blond hair… DORK!

In hindsight… The kick in the butt… What I should have done was stop the kid (not knowing he was vandalizing – if you consider spilling sugar all over vandalizing) and help stop the leak. He probably would have not stopped, but at least I could have tried – right? Or… if he did stop and let me help patch up the hole, I could have gotten a better ID on him. But nooo…. my “dork” gene had to show up and make me the dorkass of the entire situation.

In the end… They were not able to really finally catch the kid with the sugar. The whole school knows exactly who the adult was that came in contact with the hooligan and did 100% NOTHING to stop him. Plus, caught on a surveillance camera? I am sure you can find my “dork” gene on YouTube somewhere! The “dork” gene has no mercy…

Yeah….

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