"Do you want to go to the bench, Jeffrey?" Ms. Bordon asked sternly. "No" I muttered. The bench, or rather "Da bench" as she actually pronounced it, was the bench in front of the principal's office. It was where Ms. Bordon sent kids who were acting up to sit while they called parents and generally humiliated them. I wasn't a bad kid, I just liked to joke around and since I was good at math, I could afford to talk a lot and still keep up. Ms. Bordon actually liked me, but she still had to threaten with da bench every...
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