So, ninth grade health class. I was reading a book I'd borrowed from a friend (one of the X-wing series, I think), and the teacher caught me at it and demanded I hand the book over. Because it wasn't mine and because it was awesome, I refused. Tears, recriminations, and trouble ensued.
When my mom heard about it (and oh yes she heard about it), she made me write a letter of apology to the teacher. I went to a lot of effort to make it funny, claiming to have a genetic book addiction or some such. I even drew an ultrasound in Paint of a fetus with a book. Of course, the reason I went to all that trouble was because I couldn't write the letter I wanted to write, to wit: "I'm not sorry, I'm not handing over any books to you, and I'm not going to stop reading in your boring-ass class."
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Date: 2009-03-30 01:08 am (UTC)So, ninth grade health class. I was reading a book I'd borrowed from a friend (one of the X-wing series, I think), and the teacher caught me at it and demanded I hand the book over. Because it wasn't mine
and because it was awesome, I refused. Tears, recriminations, and trouble ensued.When my mom heard about it (and oh yes she heard about it), she made me write a letter of apology to the teacher. I went to a lot of effort to make it funny, claiming to have a genetic book addiction or some such. I even drew an ultrasound in Paint of a fetus with a book. Of course, the reason I went to all that trouble was because I couldn't write the letter I wanted to write, to wit: "I'm not sorry, I'm not handing over any books to you, and I'm not going to stop reading in your boring-ass class."
I easily pulled an A in that class, too.