Parson and I had a good student teacher relationship. We usually got along. But he had this habit of walking down my aisle so that he could abruptly close my book. I loathed this, because the sudden crack of the book would sharply bring me back from my phantasm of my own world. Each and every time he did this we would go back and forth disputing why I couldn’t read in class, which usually ended with “ I’m going to call your mother.” This cycle must have gone on for what seemed like forever, but I was determined to win this war. Until one day when Mr. Parson decided to throw me a curve ball that would send me home
Parson and I had a good student teacher relationship. We usually got along. But he had this habit of walking down my aisle so that he could abruptly close my book. I loathed this, because the sudden crack of the book would sharply bring me back from my phantasm of my own world. Each and every time he did this we would go back and forth disputing why I couldn’t read in class, which usually ended with “ I’m going to call your mother.” This cycle must have gone on for what seemed like forever, but I was determined to win this war. Until one day when Mr. Parson decided to throw me a curve ball that would send me home