The Days of jefferson high-pt. 1, ch. 1: Amber
“Antonio, Go to the table now!!!” “Okay, I’m going.” I grabbed my stuff and moved from my seat to the front of the class. “How long do I have to stay there?” I asked. “As long as I want you to.” That could be days I thought. It was the worst seat in the entire class. The seat was uneven and wobbly, the table was worse. It was dreaded by those who got on the teacher’s bad side. It was even more dreaded by those who hadn’t done any wrong. Like me. After I reluctantly moved myself to the front. She handed out the test answer sheets. She came over to my “desk” and threw the sheet in my general direction. “You have 75 minutes to complete this exam. Begin.” Seventy five minutes I said …