A word out of place

I hail from a poor, mostly black neighbourhood in Illinois, and attended school in the 70s. When I was 11 years old, we had a teacher called Mr Peters who most of us really hated. He was a real dick in the way he spoke to us students and just wasn’t a nice man at all.

One day, we were engaging in some classroom mayhem and Mr Peters was trying to get us under control. Like several other of us girls who sat at the back, I was being smart-mouthed and saying rude things about the teacher. Unfortunately for me, right at the moment for some reason everyone else suddenly quietened down while I continued to run my mouth, including several bad words.

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