There are two ways to tell this story. From their point of view and from my point of view. I will choose to tell it... from my point of view Obviously. So. It's open class day, academic review day (anything you call that dreaded day your parents come to talk to your teachers). In general, its a very miserable day because, for starters, both parents and teachers are talking about you in your presence as if you are not there for more than half of the conversations. Sometimes, teachers actually send you out of the room so they can talk about you! However, that's not the worst of it. (As I am sure you are already aware of) The worst part is what they SAY. Somehow, their recollection of events, and YOUR recollection of events always manage to remain on opposite ends of the spectrum. Who else had said one of the following in your mind or out loud during these events: "That's not what happened" "That's not how it happened" "That's not true" ...
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