own back at me. This is the part I love... I know that I turned in a note to the secretary, and now he is going to be wrong. Something I always like to witness.
             After waiting in the office for what seams like hours, he returns. "Oh, you did have a note for Friday, nevermind about that then.". He doesn't even apologize for his mistake of accusing me. The nerve some people have. So there I sit, in the principal's office, just can't wait to return to class.
             He regains his position behide his desk, cluttered with papers and junk. He thinks for a minute or two, then a glitter shines in his eyes. Exactly like a six year old when you give it candy. He straitens his back, then he asks me "Are those white socks?". Why is he asking? He can clearly see that they are. "Sir, after gym I forgot to switch back to my blue uniform socks". Then he informs me that their is no good excuse for wearing white socks and I would have five hours of detention to make up. He would like to schedule them now. I think for a minute. I can't schedule them now, because I don't even know my work schedule. He repeats himself, "When do you want to make these up?" As with all other authority figures, he repeats himself. "I can come in tomorrow morning and schedule them. I am very sorry, but I don't know my work schedule." Again, he repeats himself, "I need these scheduled now."
             He insists that if I don't schedule these five hours of detention immediately, they will be doubled. I sit up in my chair, my back is hurting me from slouching. I can do one of two things, let down my pride and let him schedule those five hours. Or, I can tell him to go ahead. I try for the more exciting of the two. "Go ahead, give me ten hours, I can't schedule anything right now." He marks me down with his devilish eyes, he stares at me, like I can't say that to him.
             But, I think about it. Why can't I? I mean we are both people. Two...