Pride

I ALMOST made it through high school without walking out on a teacher.

And then Ms. A happened.

Yes, same Ms. A of “gold standard” and “bi-carmel” fame.  

Like I said, I’ve managed to survive in her class so far by ignoring her, but sometimes that;s just not possible.  She’s one of that curious and all-too-common specimen of humanity who assumes stupidity of anyone younger than 30, and yet seldom knows wtf she’s talking about.  It’s a difficult combination to suffer.  

So, long story short, I wasn’t in the mood to humor her by obeying her demand that I change seats.  That would amount to saying she was right.  And she was not.

So I left instead.  

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My best friend said to me this morning, “If you were a literary character, your pride would kill you.”  She has good timing with these things.