No, this isn’t some funny play on words.
When I was a Senior in High School…
My English teacher literally slapped me right in the face.
In front of the entire class.
😀
I wasn’t a bad kid really. (Well… Not THAT bad)…
In fact… It was my English Teacher’s strong feelings for me that lead her to cuff me across my thickly bearded face… In front of everyone.
And this wasn’t a weak slap… This was a FULL slap to the face. Her right hand slapped my chubby left cheek with the quickness after luring me to the front of the class…
“Michael. Come here”… I knew I was going to get it, maybe a stern talking to or a lecture… But I certainly wasn’t expecting a swift slap across the face.
See… A few days before I got caught with a bottle of rum on school grounds (rofl)…
It was a private school… So I had no choice but to let the dean of students (who was a cool guy actually) search my belongings after one of my colleagues was stumbling around in a drunken stupor.
Anyway… I guess a few of my teachers went to bat for me and my reputation was solid so I wasn’t ever officially punished… But I was still slapped in front of the entire class.
You might think that this made me feel embarassed… Or belittled…
But I was such a devilish fiend that I liked it. I liked being marked the “bad boy”. Kind of like that Seinfeld episode where George was the “bad boy” haha.
Anyway, I was remembering this event due to the fact that I’ve been writing like crazy for the last few months.
I’ve been writing insane amounts of content. Books. Reports. Courses. Articles. Blogs. You name it. Which is why I haven’t been writing too many emails.
Somehow… All of this reminded me of that time I got slapped squarely in my rosy red cheeks that one fateful morning.
I’m not sure why I’m sharing this with you. I haven’t told many people about this, even though my hooligan friends present in class thought it was rather amusing.
I guess… I just wanted to share a side of me that you probably weren’t aware existed.
😀
Talk later…
Mike “Breakfast Club” DeVincent