
When I was 13 years old I was caught cheating in a test by my teacher, Miss Strano.
I can still remember the sound in my head of us having to say each morning “Gooood morrrning Miss Straano,” in this singsong, manufactured tone of voice.
Being in her class felt like a Gestapo training college.
She taught us how to write ‘properly’.
“Sit up straight, tuck your writing arm elbow into your waist, pen must point out of the window at 45 degrees!”
Since then, my writing is illegible.
The classroom with this woman was the perfect picture of tyranny. [Read more…] about “I’m A Cheat!”



