Public Schooled

(from 8 July 2006)

In my sophomore history class in high school (western civilizations) we had to keep a portfolio of our work from all our classes, showing that we had a variety of study an dcommunication skills. We were told that it was good for college applications and college interviews, but c'mon. When you're applying for college you don't bring up the math quiz you aced two years ago. So we all just did it for the grade and nothing else.

One of the skills we were supposed to showcase was prose composition, which wasn't hard to come up with.

Ok, so one day nearing the deatline for the semeseter's portfolio compilation we had a substitute teacher. Needless to say, we were being rowdy. A ridiculous project paired with a sub is just asking for trouble.

I was chatting up a storm, being a total smartass. THis substitute was getting fed up with me not getting any work done and distracting the class. She told me that if I didn't start behaving that I would have to write an esesay explaining why I hadn't gotten any work done. Noticing the assignment would be prose composition, I immediately asked if I could include the essay in my portfolio. Haha. Bad idea. Everyone else laughed except her.

She immediately grabbed my cheeks in her hand and squeezed--hard. I tried to pull my head away but she kept her grip. She told me to stop mouthing off and get to work. She held my face a little longer and finally let go. I had been laughing still the whole time, even though I was surprised that she'd do such a thing.

After it was over I turned bright red and my friends and I laughed some more about it but still couldn't believe what'd just happened.