After my last class today, I went to the bookstore to buy something for a class I needed, trying to kill time so I can make another attempt at my locker while everyone was in class.
It worked. There were only 3 people standing around in the area that my locker is in. I tried it again, for about 4 times. Right when I was about to give up and walk out, I saw a guy sitting on the floor with his locker open. So obviously, he's mastered the skill of locker opening.
I took my grandma's advice and asked the cute guy to help me open the locker. And it worked like a charm. I took some pointers from him and now I know that I am the dumb one, not the locker.
Oh, and bytheway, that guy who said "hola mami" to me wasn't even Latino. He was a white boy. I failed to mention that tidbit of info (dad!).
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