In school they say I'm a trouble-maker, but it's not true. Teachers lie and you're finished for life.

 

In kindergarten, I told Miss Sheeley I was sick and asked to go to the basement. She said I went to the basement too much and made me sit in the chair beside her desk. That's where kids who are bad have to sit with pointed hats on their heads. I kept asking to go to the basement and told her I thought I was going to throw-up. She told me to stop being "vulgar" and to take my punishment "like a man."

 

Well, I was desperate so I leaned over the trash can and threw-up. When I leaned over the can, the hat fell in and I threw-up on it. Miss Sheeley got real mad and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the principal's office. She told Mr. Johnson that I was "incorrigible" and said that when she told me to wear the "dunce cap" that I threw it into the waste-basket and forced myself to "vomit" on it.