It was the devil herself that punished me for doing something that was considered “bad” in my second grade classroom. I remember being in Mrs. Cooks class, and it was a normal day. I was wearing my dark green turtle neck sweater, which was made out of a comfortable elastic material so I wore it a lot, and I had the whole day ahead of me.
After the English lesson I just sat through, during our fee time between classes, I walked around with my Clifford the Big Red Dog book, enjoying my day. The smell of Elmer’s glue in the air.
Subsequently, I thought it would be fun to kick around one of the tennis balls from the bottom of the chairs we sit in for class, someone had taken it off for some reason. The moment I kicked that ball, it went gliding on the ground like I was a professional soccer player, trying to score a goal. The student teacher (whose don’t remember) saw me and sent me to the thinking chair, saying “you could have hurt someone.” A hard wooden chair was the punishment for doing something you weren’t supposed to.
I remember sitting in that solid wood chair, it was so hard that a child could lose all circulation to the rest of his or her body. I swore at the student teacher profoundly in my head. Apparently the thinking chair is supposed to show you what you did wrong so you can correct it. While in that horrible chair, I looked up and saw someone kick that same exact ball. I remember thinking “what the heck? How come he didn’t get in trouble?” It was stupid that the other kid didn’t get in trouble at all.
After the elegant drawing I made for my teacher I also had to write an apology which just consisted of an “I’m sorry” and a signature.
  As I think about it now it’s all about if people are watching you. If no one is watching you can get away with things you aren’t supposed to do. It is like the saying, it is not illegal if you don’t get caught.