My first grade teacher was an old battle axe. She pulled one of my teeth that I was wiggling. It was barely loose. Blood ran down my chin onto my shirt. She said, “You better go get a drink.” Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nowadays, I would own that school.
My first grade teacher was an old battle axe. She pulled one of my teeth that I was wiggling. It was barely loose. Blood ran down my chin onto my shirt. She said, “You better go get a drink.” Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nowadays, I would own that school.