“You’re going to apologize to Mr. King and sit with him for lunch to assure him that our school is not disgraceful,” Principal Newell says. “Anything but that,” I beg. “You can be gently let go?” he suggests. I grimace at him because while I’m aware he can’t fire me for simply accidentally saying “fuck” in front of sophomores, he can make my life miserable. “I would absolutely love to sit with Mr. King and tell him all about our wonderful school.”
