This time last year had been the worst day of my entire life, including that time when I got my period on the third day of sixth grade, and I had been in a class taught by literally the only male teacher at the school, and he’d taken one look and fainted and hit his head, and the ambulance showed up, and everyone acted like I’d tried to kill poor, beloved, elderly Mr. Hollway. He did not return to teaching, and everyone blamed me.
