It was in the 5th grade when my teacher was on pregnancy leave. The most memorable thing she told me was “you can’t joke with everyone like how you joke with me so behave yourself”. I thought “hay no issue everyone loves me, what can go wrong”. Boy was I a naive 10 yr old. Hell’s mouth opened wide to let out its most treacherous substitute teacher, Ms. Miller. Till this day a little streak of hate crawls through my heart. Miller was the worst, she kicked out the student president whom everyone loved and me for no reason at all. I had enough, I said something slick; after she said something slick to me; I tried to play it off with a laugh behind it and said “its a joke I was just joking” but it was too late everyone made it hot with the ohhh’s, then she kicked me out.

Then when Mrs.Campbell came back and seen the notes Miller left. She was disappointed but understanding after I explained myself. Then the most ah-ha life changing line she ever used on me was recycled as so, “remember I told you, you can’t play with everyone because not everyone is going to see it as a joke”. Those words where forged in the back of my mind, an anytime I will be around different people I adjust myself to how well I know them, because you can’t treat everyone the same.