It's officially finals week and students are studying and stressing and stressing over studying and studying how to get rid of their stress. Needless to say, we're all ready for Christmas break at this point. I plan on posting a Christmas article later, so for now, I thought I would write about this funny little story to relieve some stress of finals week.

It all happened one Friday night, when I was a sophomore in high school. I was in my room, watching "Mulan," and eating a piece of pizza. My little brother, Jeff, being the jokester that he is, threw open my door and made a growling monster noise to scare me. Now, I scare easily, so when Jeff did this, I screamed and threw my pizza across the room. As he left my room laughing, I got up to look for my pizza, annoyed. As it turns out, my half-eaten piece of pizza was nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, Mom was trying to take a relaxing bubble bath. Hearing Jeff scare me and then me screaming made her laugh, but she lost it when she heard me go into Jeff's room and ask, "Hey, did you see where I threw my pizza when you scared me?" Within 10 minutes, Mom got out of the bathtub, Dad got an industrial flashlight, and the four of us were in my room searching for the pizza. We. Looked. Everywhere. Dad shone his flashlight under my bed, under my dressers, in my closet, but the pizza was gone. It was as if it disappeared, or I threw it out of existence. After a good 25 minutes of searching, I just got another piece of pizza and we let the location of the former piece remain a mystery.

Two months later, I began having respiratory health issues (completely unrelated to the pizza). Assuming it was dust allergies, Mom was thoroughly cleaning my room while Jeff and I were in school when she found the pizza under one of my dressers. The back of it was leaned up in a corner, camoflauged against the blond wood. She said she didn't get a very good look at it when she found it, but she did notice that there was no mold or gross stuff growing on it at all, as if you could take another bite out of it! That's because it was a frozen pizza. All the preservatives and junk in it made the pizza look good as new even after two months of sitting under my dresser!

Even after this disgustingly humorous quest for pizza, it still remains my favorite food. Needless to say, I do prefer delivery over frozen. (Sorry, DiGiorno... It's just not the same!)

This story is one of my favorites to tell when a friend of mine needs a laugh, so I hope you all got a good laugh out of it too! Study well, and good luck on your finals, dear reader! No matter how busy you are, always find time for a laugh!