I was a good boy at home. My parents adored me. I was a joy to my Sunday School teacher, Ms. Lilly Green. I was a blessing to my grandmother, Freda. I was a good friend to many. I was a great older brother (but let’s not bother asking the rest of the family about that, okay?).
But in school, I was a holy terror. I was a pest to my homeroom teacher, Mr. Grimes. I was obnoxious to my English teacher, Mrs. Cross. I was untrustworthy to my math teacher, Mrs. Keister. However, I was scared of my science teacher, Mr. Zeigler and so he had my full attention.