So today in Science we were dissecting chicken wings to see how muscles and tendons work. 

So a boy in the group on the other side of the table decided the skin was so intreguing that he started throwing it around. Harmless fun, nothing could have possible gone wrong with that, right?

Well they answer is yes. 

He was chucking it up and throwing it everywhere and then suddenly it disappeared, and at the same time the two girls in my group and the other two boys across the table (including the chicken-skin throwing guy) collasped laughing. I asked what was wrong and then I felt it.

Cold, wet, in my hair near my neck.

This gigantic ball of freaking dead chicken skin was STUCK in my HAIR.

It took my friends a whole 20 seconds to get it out because they were laughing so hard. CHrISTTTT. 

When we had finished the dissection and were back at our desks all I could smell was the dead chicken in my hair. I’m ParANOID NOW.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF - I can’t wash my hair tonight because I have this stupid VCE information night and I won’t get home till around 9:30ish and mum doesn’t let me wash my hair after that because it never dries. :(

I HAVE TO SMELL (or so I think I smell, everybody said the room smelt like it and it wasn’t me) LIKE RAW CHICKEN SKINS TOMORROW TOO.

I’m cry omg.

So that was my fabulous day in Science.