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As they have been every year, the rising juniors of Cavelier Highschool are being provided a new printing of the student handbook, accounting for changing staff and new district bylaws and some new very pointed rules about exactly who is permitted in which bathrooms.
This particular book's cover appears to be a misprint, CMYK all disjoint, but apart from the slightly dizzying misalignment it appears entirely ordinary.
It lands on its appointed desk, and the student passing out books moves on.
Camillo ... is left to discover that his locker combination is no longer 06-28-31.
Fuck.
This is so unfair. It's not like he changed the value of any fundamental mathematical constants!!
Other awkward teenage boys change around him, not paying much attention to him despairing at his combination lock.
After the usual five minutes, the teacher enters to herd them out.
He looks done with this already, and proceeds over to assist.
"What's your combination?"
"I can't tell you that!"
Hasn't this man ever seen one of those emails that say that staff will never ask for your password??
"Then you can take an F for today, since you don't have your uniform."
With the absolute confidence of the righteously indignant: "You can't fail me because my lock is broken!"
The teacher seems unmoved.
“Go sit on the bleachers.”
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