Saturday, November 1, 2014

Snippets from 100for100: Week Seven

     I had never gotten an F in English in my life.
     I didn’t know whether to be ashamed or angry.
     Slowly the teacher lowered the paper and ran her finger over the F.  “I hate to fail anybody,” she said, with a dramatic sigh.  “I’m going to give you a second chance.”  She looked at me as if expecting to see relief and gratitude instead of my stunned face.  “I will give you a second assignment that will count in place of this one, but you have to stay late for tutoring with me three days a week.  I will write a note to your parents.”
     Fifteen minutes later, I was walking out of the school on my way home with her note in my hand.  The world looked like a dismal place.  I could almost see big, red F’s and the teacher’s phony smile everywhere I looked.

     “Your paper was that bad, huh?”

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