I'm still up, and I can't sleep. I'll share a story.
Third grade. I was (and always have been) a model student. Straight A's, honor roll, the whole she-bang. Well, we were doing math problems, and I was thinking about something else. Something a third grader might be thinking about, I guess. The teacher then called on me for the answer, and she didn't tell me which question it was. She had caught me at the ONE TIME I wasn't paying attention. So I stammered a bit, and then felt like I was going to cry. She yelled at me (ugh, what a bitch

), and called on some stupid kid who knew the answer. I was still thinking about how I could've been yelled at in school, when she called on me again. I had a feeling about what the answer was, but for some reason, I didn't say it. I said the answer to a problem we had already done. My teacher yelled at me AGAIN in front of the whole class. I ran to the bathroom and cried for a while. The teacher kept sending kids into the bathroom to see how I was doing. Then I called my mom and went home, hugged my teddy bear, and ate a lollipop. Then I felt better.
Updated On: 9/7/04 at 01:06 AM