I got a note to sit out P.E. though, and the T.A. didn't believe me. I remember sitting in the bleachers, watching the class run, and she started talking in a haughty voice about how stupid some of the excuses were.
"One girl actually wrote that her dad ran over her foot. Really!?" I was appalled.
"Yes, really! He backed over my foot," I said. She didn't like that, choosing to stare me down. But I'm happy to say that she looked away first. Power trips are never pretty.

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