When I was a kid and we had a week off from the classroom, the last place my friends and I would think of hanging out was “the school”. Evidentially, there are a few who think otherwise.
After a week off, I approach the 5th grade classroom which had the word “Bitch” written in large yellow crayon on the blue classroom door.
I’m pretty sure the message wasn’t meant personally but after unlocking the door, I called the office and got the principle.
Prince: Yea, we got hit sometime last week, I thought we had it all cleaned up but I guessed we missed one. Did they at least spell it correctly?
Me: Actually, yes and it was even in legible cursive!
Prince: Well, I guess that’s ONE positive, isn’t it?