a cassette tape

a cassette tape? what is that? do they still make those? for those of you that don't know, they were around several years ago. way before cd's. back in ancient times. anyway, here is the story of the cassette tape.


have you ever gotten credit for doing something that you didn't actually do? i don't know why i was thinking about this, but at the risk that one of my highschool teachers actually reads this blog, i am still going to expose the truth.


i was in a craft class in 10th grade. one of our projects for the semester was to carve an object out of a bar of soap. sounds easy enough right? wrong. i bought a family size pack of Dove soap, and could not create anything that looked recognizable. i was frustrated, upset, angry. all because of a stupid bar of soap. okay 10 stupid bars. practially in tears, i gave up.


then my hero came along. my dad. he wanted to see if it was really as hard as it looked. well my dad is a freak of nature guys. he can do ANYTHING. i mean it. on his first bar of soap, he created the most beautiful carving of a cassette tape that i have ever seen. it was incredible. i have never seen a bar of soap cassette carving look as good. this was the real deal. it looked identical to a cassette tape. except that it was white. and was made out of soap. it was magnificent. it had all the detail, the indents in the right place. amazing. i bet it would even work if you tried to play it. that is how astounding it was.


so he happened to finish the cassette tape the night before my project was due. ironic, is it not? so we thought, eh, what the heck. i will just turn it in. that will be the end of that. we will never reveal the truth.


so i went to class the next day. looking around at everyone elses carvings, i realized that a lot of people struggled too. i looked down at my project. placed in a real tape case. labeled and everything like the real thing. my name as the bands name. should i feel guilty for it being so awesome? probably. oh well. it was just a stupid project that once turned in, would never be brought up again. right? wrong.


the next week my teacher got up in the middle of class and announced that he had to talk to us about someones soap carving. oh crap. he caught me. he knows i am not this good at soap carving! i am in so much trouble. how will this look on my transripts for college? i was having a panic attack.


"someone in this class far exceeded the expectations of the assignment. i am so proud to announce that i will be featuring their soap carving in the district art fair. i would also like to ask them if i can keep their project and put it in display in the hall. congrats chloe!"


heh heh. "wow. i am speechless. not really sure what to say. i am sure my dad will be honor- i mean so proud of me."


so yeah. he passed the tape around and everyone kept asking me how i did it. i must have magical hands or something. thats what she said. just kidding but not really. yeah. so anyway, i never told anyone about that but my family. my dad was so happy.


i didn't know whether to feel guilty or proud. seeing my dad that happy made cheating completely worth it though.


moral of the story kids?


cheating is okay if your parents help you do it.