In fifth grade, I got into trouble for fooling around and laughing with my friend in class. Somehow apathetic and unimpressed by the wonders of the second Continental Congress and calculating the area of parallelograms, he and I instead focused our in-class efforts on drawing sweet airplanes and hilarious comics. The latter produced laughter that simply could not be suppressed, which distracted the entire class.
Due to our status as repeat offenders, Mrs. Frye reacted swiftly and fiercely. She sent us both directly to the office, where the principal drafted official disciplinary letters to be taken home and signed by our parents. While I was ultimately able to successfully represent myself and avoid any harsh sentencing, the anticipation of punishment was both stressful and memorable.
