In the morning I was still pretty amused by the previous day and I decided to wear the sweatshirt to class. My first period class was French Conversation. Tant pis! The teacher happened to also be the Athletic Director for the school. Later that day, after the 10:06 snack, she came up to me.
"Um, what's up?" I asked. Suddenly, wearing the sweatshirt didn't seem so funny to me.
"Where did you get that sweatshirt?" she said.
I attempted to lie my way out of trouble but I was busted. Next thing I knew I was the star of an emergency session of the Disciplinary Committee.
