""Adam Panflick is my name. And no, I am not threatening you. I am pointing to your heart. You are cruel. You are a bully. Take up another line of work. Get help."
Adam was on the portly side, a trifle large for his age. His father Melchezedek had concluded he was smart and put him into Parousia a year ahead of himself. There were tolerable woman teachers his first two years in grade's three and four, but two subsequent years of male teachers, particularly Maldbar, had been a disaster. Adam's response: Get no higher than a C- in anything. Fail math. Risk the tweaks, but no more.
Adam began to sway from side to side, slowly waving the yardstick like a languid baton. He observed himself as in a dream. A silenced Maldbar slumped into his chair."
'via Blog this'
