So I had a best friend in elementary school named Michael. We called him Mikey. Anyways, we’re both filipino, so he and I, as well as another pinay chic were asked if we could take time to give a tour to some new filipino student who didn’t speak English (at the time. I saw him again a few years down and he picked it up, so good for him). I think the faculty assumed we spoked our native language and it would be easy. However, we weren’t the best in conversational Tagalog (filipino language) as much as being able to understand parental commands. So long story short, this new kid somehow slips away and pulled the fire alarm. Huge huge deal at our school. The fire trucks came, everyone was out and about, cats and dogs were living together… and Mikey and I were trippin. We thought we’d get suspended and were scared/angry. It blew over and I think someone else got the blame? IDK but we actually weren’t sure if it was the new kid who pulled the alarm. Oh well.