Tales and traumas of a 'Teenage Drama Queen'

Managed to break my music teacher's computer today. Ooops! A while ago he leant me a floppy disk to take my composition home, it ended up in the bottom of my bag (mistake number 1), where it stayed for about a month.
Last week I used it for the first time, to transport my composition from school computer to mine, via mum's laptop (since my computer does not have a floppy drive and the music computer does not have a USB port). Anyway, I took the floppy out of my bag this morning and discovered that the metal *slidy* part had come apart from the rest. Being the, not so, clever person that I am I thought that if I just clipped the metal part back on then everything would be ok. Mistake number two.
I had to use my teachers computer in the class room downstairs because there were not enough for all of our class upstairs, so I put the floppy into the slot and prayed it would work (mistake number three). It didn't. Instead the computer started making scary *whirring* noises and the "Print Music" programe froze.
I panicked and pressed the button to get the floppy out of the machine before something really bad happened. It popped out but not all the way, so I pulled it. Mistake number four.
As I pulled it out I felt something catch, and then give way. With a terrible sense of forboading I pulled it out the whole way. Looking down at it I saw that the metal slidy thing had disapeared. Where was it? Inside the computer of course. Arghhh!
By now I was terrified, the computer was still making scary noises, the screen was still frozen and half of the floppy disk was in the drive. What would you do at this point? The rational option would have been to own up to my teacher and leave him to sort it. But of course, at this point I was not thinking rationally, nor even sensibly. I decided I should find a ruler or a long thin object that would get the metal thing out. Mistake number five. I just succeeded in pushing it in further.
Finally the teacher came down, to get something, and I sheepishly owned up. Really, by telling the truth you get into a lot less trouble; he wasn't as mad as I'd expected him to be. Of course, I ommitted the part about poking it with a ruler, no point in digging myself an even bigger grave.
He sent for a computer techinician and left me to sit their in fear incase the computer was broken. When the techinician arrived he worked like magic! He turned the computer off, poked some scissors in the drive and got the slidy thing, turned the computer on again and left. I had been sitting there worrying myself silly for half an hour, he walked in and withing a minute had fixed the problem. Boy did I feel foolish.
So, the computer was fixed but I figured I ought to keep clear of the teacher for a while. I'm not sure he'll ever trust me with his computer again, and I'm not sure he ought to. I don't trust myself!

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