jujube
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I remember the first (and *only*) time I ran afoul of our fire-breathing dragon of an elementary school principal.
It was the third grade. For some minor mis-deed, I had to go stand in the hall outside the classroom door. That was my first time out there, but for some of the students it was a rare treat. There were often others also standing outside the doors of their classrooms and you could wave to them and make faces.
Unfortunately, the principal was cruising the halls and "invited" me down to the office for "a little visit". I had seen huge 8th grade boys crying when they left her office after "a little visit" so this was THE END OF THE WORLD. I started crying and cried so hard I made myself sick. My mother had to come get me.
After that, I worked very hard at never getting put out in the hall again. To this day, the mere thought of that woman makes me tremble.
It was the third grade. For some minor mis-deed, I had to go stand in the hall outside the classroom door. That was my first time out there, but for some of the students it was a rare treat. There were often others also standing outside the doors of their classrooms and you could wave to them and make faces.
Unfortunately, the principal was cruising the halls and "invited" me down to the office for "a little visit". I had seen huge 8th grade boys crying when they left her office after "a little visit" so this was THE END OF THE WORLD. I started crying and cried so hard I made myself sick. My mother had to come get me.
After that, I worked very hard at never getting put out in the hall again. To this day, the mere thought of that woman makes me tremble.