My 2nd grade teacher was an old white lady. When you messed up on an assignment, she’d call you up and make you sit down in a chair next to the desk. Then, she’d knock on your skull with her knuckles and say, “Wake up Birdbrain!”
If I could go back in time, I’d probably flying kick her ass, or hug her cause after that first time, I never made a mistake in her class again. I didn’t want her knocking me in the head with them boney, wrinkled up knuckles and calling me stupid again.
