Wanna hear a short little story I wrote about school a year or so ago? Too bad, you're gonna hear it anyway! Things like this are why I dropped out of school at 16. But I must say, revenge was sweet!!
"Now I wasn't that lucky when I was in school, but I got even. I remember when I was a sophomore being accused of cheating on a math test. It was no big secret that when it came to math I was, um, challenged. (To this day my family hates playing cribbage with me because I have to count the dots on the cards to find the 15's!) I got a B on that test, and I didn't cheat. I just got lucky and 8 out of my 10 guesses were right. But the teacher called me on it in front of the entire class and no amount of tears or protests would clear my name. Naturally Math was the first class of the day and by the end of that day I was stumbling through, crying most of the time while the other kids called me all kinds of names, making horrible jokes and the other teachers looked at me like they expected me to sprout horns. I was never a popular kid to start with and the whole thing just isolated me more. From then on Mr. Graves made me take all of my math tests sitting in a chair next to his desk, facing the rest of the class. I repeat, I didn't cheat....
I saw him many years later at a gas station. I looked at him and said, "Mr. Graves, do you remember me? I'm Diane ***** and you once accused me of cheating on a math test." He looked down his long nose at me and replied, "I remember, and if I accused you then you obviously cheated." How do you fight that?
I'm very ashamed of what I did in response. He had been in the process of writing out his check to pay for his gas when this exchange took place. So I smiled at him and said, "You'll never know for sure though, will you?" Then I looked at the clerk and said, "Mr. Graves has bounced the last five checks he's cashed at my liquor store. You might want to verify this one." Then I left."