Not So TGIF

On Friday I was having a pretty good day. Not too much homework yet, and the classes were nice and nothingful. Now, my science classroom is on the second floor of my school. So I have to walk up some stairs. Duh.
These stairs are not just strait up, they go up for a bit, then you have to turn and go up again. Right? So the people on the upper stairs can throw stuff on people down below. Can you see where I'm going?
So I'm walking up the stairs trying not to fall down, (It really is a problem. I'm basically a falling-down-the-stairs-a-phobic.) and surrounded by tons of loud boys. So I'm walking up the first little flight of steps, and I feel something fall into my hair. I thought it was some sort of paper falling from up above so I keep walking. Then I feel the something in my hair, you know, like a weight difference. You can feel some thing in your hair. So I run my hand through my hair, and feel. . . gum.
Yeah that's right. Sticky, white, still very moist gum. (And possibly mint... -barf.)
So I'm holding my books and holding the gum and a clump of my hair in the other hand. I had to hold the gum or it would go EVERYWHERE.
Now the gum wasn't on the top of my head, it was actually in the lower right side of my hair.
If I had to choose a place for gum to fall, that would be the place.
So I finish going up the stairs, and walk into my science classroom. Scissors I need.
So I walk up to my science teacher and say, "Umm, Ms. Science teacher, can I borrow some scissors?" Holding the gum in my hair.
"Yeah sure." She says while working on the overhead.
"Umm, where are they?"
"There should be some right in that drawer over there." She says while pointing to a drawer at her desk.
"Thanks because I was walking up the stairs and some gum fell in my hair." Still holding the gum and now showing it to her.
"Oh my!"
Well, I was talking sort of loud because I was feeling a bit hysterical, feeling a lot of emotion and everything.
-I was still pretty happy, it was Friday.
-Excited. I have no clue, but I was. I guess it's not everyday you get some gum stuck in your hair.
-And I was sad. Who wants gum in their hair?
So I'm thinking many people might have heard about what had happened to me.
But it's all okay. I clipped the nasty out of my hair, put it in the trash, and walked away.
I sat down and class started. Then I realized I had touched somebody else's gum. Ew. And that I didn't wash my hands. Well it just so happened that the school put purell in every classroom because of staff or something. So I killed 99.9% of the germs on my hands. Yay!
But today I have a head ache.
COINCIDENCE?!?!
Yeah, I think so.