Growing up, I was terrified of getting in trouble.

Not with my parents, mind you. Don’t worry. I’m sure my shenanigans causes them more gray hairs (sorry, Mama) and lost hairs (sorry, Daddy) than my parents would like to recall. Oh no, I wasn’t afraid of getting in trouble with them.

But when it came to “authority” figures like teachers? Oh yeah, I was Miss Angelic Child of the Year. (My parents always wished this attitude carried over at home. Sorry again, ‘Rents.)

In my entire youth, I am relatively certain I only got legitimately sent to the principal’s office two times. This doesn’t include the times that I went there willingly “just to chat.” Yes, I was that kid. [Read more…]