ever since i was little i’ve been called “trouble.” it was in my list of nicknames, which includes bugs and sport. but trouble has stayed. i see someone my family knows, “hey trouble, what have you been up to?” or i go to my mom’s school and the teachers who know my life story (thanks ma) see me and go, “oh gosh. what sort of trouble have you gotten into lately?”
how do i answer that? because if we look at my track record…it’s squeaky clean. it’s almost boring. in elementary school, i escorted the bad kids to the principal. i hated middle school, so let’s not even go there. and in high school, half the teachers knew me already by my name because they had my brother and 1 of my sisters. and the principal of the school knew me from the age of two. it was practically impossible to get in trouble! i mean, i could have tried, but it would have had to be serious. like breaking a few windows or stealing the mascot or doughnuts in the stadium. my high school was a stickler for having a hall pass. teachers would call you out on it. but i never got yelled at for it. a teacher sent me to go get books from a storage closet without a pass, another teacher saw me and asked what i was doing in the halls, and then the principal goes, “is that stacie? yeah, she’s fine. don’t worry about her.” i got to leave school early cause i was done my work. i got called to the principal’s office so he could give me a note to give to my dad about doing some work on the house. SERIOUSLY. i couldn’t have gotten in trouble if i tried. so why do i get called trouble?
then the younger one answers this weird thing on facebook with “if stacie were to get detention, what would it be for?” she answered, “well, where do i begin.”
i’ve never gotten detention thank you. well, except that one time in middle school because i forgot to bring in a paper that needed to be signed. cause that really taught me a lesson right there. not.