Now, trouble and me are no strangers to one another.
As a student in elementary and also in high school, I sometimes earned the reproach of teachers and principals. As a 7th grader, I was paddled by the principal for something crude a teacher thought I’d said to her. (It was close enough to being crude for her to think I said something worse than what I’d actually said, so I took the paddling without protest.)
In the 8th grade, a substitute teacher broke a pencil over my head, she was so frustrated.
As a high schooler, I was known to pop off to any authority figure if I thought it would bring a laugh. (Getting laughs was always big in my book and worth any risk.)
Principal Andy Davis stood before our senior class at Winston County High School. “There is entirely too much commotion going on in the hallways during the lunch period. And you seniors are the worst. If this keeps on, we’re going to cancel lunch break altogether and march you to the cafeteria and back to the classroom.”
He went on like that for a bit, making sure we knew how angry he was and how serious we should take this.
Then he paused. “Are there any questions?”