When I was young, I attended the same school as where my mother taught. At the third grade level, I never knew much about my mother as a teacher as she taught junior high. However, I knew that she was referred to as ‘Mean Greene’ and that she had a huge wooden paddle with holes drilled in every inch.
One day in my own class, Ms Wilson told us to finish our assignments and put them in our lockers, which were in the classroom. I, feeling so superior, scribbled all over my paper and stuffed it in.