When I was in fourth grade kids were still spanked, and pretty hard too. This story pertains to my teacher, Miss Stanton. One day Miss Stanton announced a quiz. I was sweating, because I knew very little about the constitution and never did my homework. I confessed my dilemma to my best friend in the seat beside me – and she told me not to worry.
When the test got under way, I waited until Miss Stanton was in the back of the room and then started copying my friend’s answer off her paper. I tried to look innocent – and thought I had gotten away with it when Miss Stanton asked us to turn our papers in.