One day in Mr. Dowiarz's freshman Geometry class I felt my face.
There was a giant, huge, enormous MASS on my forehead.
I was pretty sure it was a tumor.
I raised my hand and, when called on, insisted that I urgently needed to go see the school nurse.
Released from my Geometry class, I did the super, cool speed-walk to the nurse's office.
Unfortunately, there were 500 other high school students already in there waiting.
[What with their petty, teen-aged concerns and all. Psssshhh. (eye roll)]
I pushed my way past all of them until I stood in front of the nurse's desk.
"Nurse! Nurse!" I yelled loudly enough for all 500 of my classmates to hear, "I have a CYST on my forehead. It could be cancer! I might be dying RIGHT NOW!!!"
The nurse eyed me with a wry look.
She heaved herself up out of her chair, lowered her glasses on her nose and touched the tip of her finger to my giant growth.
Then, with megaphone-like volume and a great, ear shattering echo, she told me,
((((( "IT'S A PIMPLE...PIMPLE...PIMPLE!!!" )))))
[Turn. -- Face class mates. -- Exit nurse's office.]
Oh, I was ever so pop-u-lar at in high school.