She attempts to teach accounting but is so old fashioned that she thinks the new text books should be put into the incinerator as they show too many shortcuts for her. She cannot stand the fact that she must give me A’s and that I am as smart as I am. She hates me and the feeling is mutual. I despise her.
I am riding along in my new Pinto my father bought me for a graduation present and am jamming to the Rolling Stones’, (Satisfaction) on my 8 track player and smoking my last cigarette until at least lunch time. Pulling into the parking lot at school I tamp out my cigarette and am just about to get out of my car when guess who shows up. You guessed it Miss Caldwell herself. She is the assigned duty teacher for the parking compound and she sees me putting out my cigarette and runs, as best as she can, over to me as I am getting out.