I was mean once...but just once.

I have a vivid memory from 4th grade and for some random reason it came to me today so I'll share. When I was in the 4th grade I had one of my favorite teachers ever- Mrs. Daniels. She was very sweet, kind, nurturing and made learning fun. She taught me long division even though it used up all of her patience in one lesson. At one point during a normal day I had to use the bathroom and so I was excused to go to the restroom.

(There is somewhat of a backstory to this. At this point in time my mom had agreed to take one of my classmates to school every morning due to the fact that A) my mom is very sweet and B) sometimes she can't say no even though she may want to. This particular person would be dropped off at our house at what felt like the butt crack of dawn because her mom had to go to work very early. Often times said classmate would feel the need to wake me up before it was time and referred to my mom as Dalia. These things annoyed me greatly and as a 9 year old I didn't understand what a nice thing my mom had volunteered to do, I just knew that my sleep pattern had been greatly interrupted and I did not like it.)

I made my way to the restroom only to be followed shortly by this classmate of mine and I honestly can't say what came over me but as she started to enter one of the stalls I shut the door and told her that one was closed. She tried to go in anyway and I refused to let her pass. I told her she had to use the smaller stalls because this was for teachers only and that if anyone else saw her she would be sent to the Principal's office- immediately- and would surely be expelled or her mother would be called. She went into the stall anyway and as I left the restroom I informed her that she was about to get into big trouble. I had no intentions of tattle-telling but she did. To this day I'm not sure why I felt the need to be so mean to her and honestly it never happened again. Needless to say she told on me and I got in trouble but Mrs. Daniels took it easy on me. She understood that sometimes the devil may come over you and this was out of character for me. She called me to her desk and I got the whole "respect your fellow classmates" talk and that was that.

My story has no moral or point really. Just a random memory I thought I would share with you.
Next week I'll tell you how Rickelle and I got a Speak and Spell and typed out all kinds of cuss words for it to say because we felt like being bad. At least we weren't being mean to anyone.