March 08, 2019
February 03, 2019
When I was in about third grade, the lower elementary teachers got weird about how we used the fountain. At peak times, the first-grade teacher, who could have played any of MacBeth’s witches, would stand holding the lever of the drinking fountain growling: “Two swallows—only two swallows!” and allowing us very small swallows at that before she flicked the water off. They didn’t seem to notice we were going straight into the bathroom and drinking from the faucet because we were so thirsty.