my 6th grade teacher didn't like me....i was puzzled at the time...but later found that a pattern was developing and my relationships with authority would never be easy...she was a strict handsome woman without a noticeable sense of humor...

because of my lack of attention and my elation with anything outside the windows...a chair was provided for me at a large table in front of the class instead of a desk....this was i'm sure to cause me embarrassment or shame...the fact that I looked on it as a promotion or reward of sorts....did not bode well...

I lived about a half mile or so from school and walked to and from school and home for lunch....one day on my way back from lunch I passed a very distressed woman looking up into a tree....her cat was up in the tree and it was either afraid or stubborn and would not come down.....with years now of being around cats...i'm goin with stubborn.....naturally I stopped to offer assistance and support...i climbed part way up and the cat jumped down.....off I was to school..

I arrived late and ms. ritter was standing in the doorway with the door in the crack of her ass...swaying back and forth as she often did.....”what do you have to say for urself young man?”....so I related the story of the cat in the tree....”just come with me” and we were on our way to the principals office.....ms. johnson..

just sayin the name ms. johnson struck fear into us kids...she was a large woman with a short haircut...and was known to swing a mean paddle.....after entering through the large wooden door to the principals office and having it closed behind me....ms. ritter said “now tell ms. johnson what you told me”...

I related the story to ms. johnson just as it happened....how I climbed the tree and all....ms. Johnson said....”robert......what a wonderful thing to do...we are so proud of you....thank you ms. ritter for sharing this story with me”......it was a cold walk back to the classroom...

as I sat in my designated chair I saw ms. ritter who's back was to me start to shiver and shake....she turned faced me and in front of the class she snarled through clinched teeth “why do you always have to be the big cheese?”...bsp