Mrs. McCormick

It amazes me that after 23 years I still remember an incident from kindergarten as if it had just happened yesterday.

I sat quietly on the carpet waiting for the teacher to begin her lesson, when suddenly a little girl raises her hand. Mrs. McCormick calls on her to speak. The little girl proceeds to tell her that somebody stole her baseball cards. The teacher begins questioning the students, trying to pinpoint a suspect. The little girl mentions to her that she thinks that I stole them. I was stunned at this ridiculous accusation, I don't even like baseball! The teacher glares at me and directs me to go find the cards, and return them to the little girl. I was frightened, and therefore did what I was told. I remember going straight to the reading area, where all of the comfy pillows were located. All of my classmates were looking at me as I walked over to where I was to begin my search. Tears were streaming down my face. I turned over one of the pillows and lo and behold, there were the little girl's cards!! I looked guilty and I knew it. Weeping I told the teacher that I had no idea how I knew that the cards were there. She did not believe me. That day I went home and told my mom what had happened. My mom went to the school and had a lengthy discussion with Mrs. McCormick. The rest of kindergarten is a blur.

I often look back at how horrible that incident made me feel. If she is still alive, she probably has no recollection of this incident. It saddens me that for the rest of my life I will remember kindergarten as the time when I was falsely accused of stealing some stupid baseball cards!!

Mrs. McCormick you are one mean bitch!