Codes are what the teacher gives you when you misbehave, so basically treating us like a kindergartener, she writes shit on a clipboard and sends it home with us if we get a bad code. I remember I was in 5th grade when this happened.
We were checking over last nights homework, and every time our substitute would say the answer to the problem, I would whisper various smart remarks to my friend Maryssa, who sat next to me in class. I don't remember what I would say, but every time I whispered, I would whisper loud enough for the substitute to hear. Suddenly, Ms. Crane, our substitute teacher, blurted out with "Who keeps talking every time I say something?" I raised my hand and said "Me!" I didn't care if I got a code, obviously.
"Well I'm going to give you a talking code," she said. I decided to whisper something else to Maryssa, which was "I care a lot about codes" except I said it sarcastically. She smiled. Then I heard the teacher say "What did you say?" I replied with "I care a lot about getting codes," except, when I told her, I didn't say it sarcastically. If you think about it, I wasn't lying at all.
"That's not what you said!" She yelled back. "Maryssa, is that what she said?" She asked. Maryssa nodded and hummed a yes. Ms. Crane narrowed her eyes at me, and carried on answering the homework. After we finished answering the homework my usual assortment of friends, (Michael, Maryssa, Alexis, and I) were chatting and talking about what an ass Ms. Crane was.
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