Mr. Boy grudgingly served his detention at his middle school yesterday. He had to meet the teacher at the flagpole at 8:55 a.m.,
Three hours seems pretty cheap to me for more than 30 tardies since last August. But, as our favorite prince, Sennacherib, says, it probably seemed like an eternity to Mr. B. and the rest of the miscreants.
Time passes so slowly for adolescents. I remember. Sort of. Harder and harder for me to imagine, actually, much less remember. Time hasn’t passed slowly for me in ages.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 