In the sixth grade, we had did The Sound of Music. In case you were wondering, I was the goat- my big break. As I stuck out the drawn rehearsals, I realized something. My arts teacher played an obvious game of favorites. She probably didn't mean to, but I took this into consideration: All her favorites got good parts. This caused me to give her some sort of notorious view of her. I don't recall what possessed me to tell her I hated her. Not to her face, but she heard it. My friend and I were talking about what teachers we did and did not like. My arts teacher came up, and when I said what I thought, she somehow heard me. Oh crap. Oh crap. "What?" How did you hear me woman? Of course I got in trouble. Long story short, don't talk loudly about what you think of other teachers.
