When I was in first grade, I had the teacher that was known as “THE MEAN TEACHER.” I was so bummed that I had to be in her class, I couldn’t believe my luck.
Around the first day, we were all coloring at our tables. We had tables, not desks. I can distinctly remember this grouchy lady saying “Beth, STOP PICKING YOUR NOSE,” from across the room.
I couldn’t believe she said I was picking my nose. Everyone in my class looked up and stared at me. I just shrugged, like “what? I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Except I did cause I was picking my nose and I fought back tears in my eyes, as I continued to color.
It’s okay. I’m not mad. Much.
Then when I was in second grade, my best friend and I were on top of the slide when we confessed to each other that we knew what cuss words were, so we dared each other to use them. ”Okay, SHIT. Now you say it.”
“What about Hell? Where the devil lives!”
“And bitch, don’t forget about bitch!”
Today was Anna and Noah’s first day of school. Meet my first and second grader.
God help me.