Is there an invisible bandaid on my thumb?

A few days or so ago, I just about ripped my right thumbnail off.  Be warned, there’s a huge explanation!

Well, my locker has two compartments, because I have one of the stupid crappy yellow ones.  One compartment is long and extremely thin, made for stuff like coats and empty backpacks or standing your books up on the bottom.  You share a small little ‘area’, I like to call it, with another person.  Like for instance, my locker number is 1644 and I share an ‘area’ with the person whom has 1645.  Well, the reason their paired up like this is because of the other compartment.  The other compartment is short and wide, made for putting your books in, I don’t use it for that.  Well, this wouldn’t work out with a thin compartment under and wide compartment, it would take up too much space, so the compromised.  They put the wide comparments above the long ones.  Smart as they were, they soon realized that two small compartments, with the small amount of space between them, equaled the width of one of the short, wide compartments.  So…They paired them up.  It just so happens, that even numbered lockers have the compartment just above the long ones and odd numbered lockers have the one higher up.  The wide compartments don’t have handles or locks as the long, thin ones do, they just have vents.  The way you open them is by way of a latch inside the thin compartment.  And even then, if you have a really crappy one, such as mine, it doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do.  I have to jerk the latch up once in a while and stick my fingers under the vents and pull, I can even open my upper compartment after I’ve locked the other one, because my higher compartment doesn’t open automatically like it’s supposed to.  So I’ve gotten in the habit of checking it to see if it’s actually closed before I leave my locker.

The guy on my other side, the lucky jerk, has a WORKING locker.  When he opens his main compartment, number 1643, his top compartment automatically opens too.  It’s not fair!!!

Anyways, just after finishing my lunch, last Friday or Thursday, I think.  I finished exchanging my books and binders.  I closed and locked my main compartment, then stupidly put my thumbnail under the vents of my upper compartment.  I jerked to see if it would open, only to discover that my thumb was now numb with pain.  Glaring at my locker, and wanting to cry, I made my way to my fourth hour, even though I still had 15 minutes before even the FIRST bell rang…

When I finally got a chance to study it, I found that I’d broken the nail, and, although it hadn’t come off and could be described as a hangnail, it’d ripped down to the quick and I was bleeding.

Well, I took off my bandaid yesterday and my thumb felt rather strange, I ignored it, thinking it was normal.  All day today, though, my thumb’s felt like I’m still wearing a bandaid, weird, huh?