My friend Elizabeth and I taught at a Harlem charter school together. Though we’ve since moved on to other careers, we still reminisce.
Me: Remember N.? I wonder what she’s like now.
Elizabeth: Probably the same. The kids were so mean to her.
Me: Remember how much I talked to her about how to handle them? She never listened.
Elizabeth: I think she was a lost cause.
Me: Nah. I think she could go on to live a quirky, happy life. You can outgrow being a social retard.
Elizabeth: Amanda, she ate her boogers!
Me: She can recover!
Elizabeth: She was in fifth grade! People don’t forget that!
but she has a great immune system. So when all of her former class mates die if swine flu or some other flu she will have the last laugh.