When I was bad, I’d get called in to the principal’s office.
During the long walk down the hallway, I’d start thinking of excuses.
"But what about Daniel? He wrote about divisions in the school. Angst. Conflict. Division. And what about Mary? She wrote that you were surly. A little bit surly. How’s what I did any different? Shouldn’t we have one standard for all writers? Is it because I’m Jewish? It’s because I’m 1/16th Chinese, ain’t it?"