You know how it is when you try to tell teachers anything. They think you’re just trying to correct them in front of the whole class, even when you’re nice about it.” I roll my eyes, throw my huge blanket back over my head, and curl up into a little ball on my bed. It’s the next morning and I’m on the phone with my sister Kate. She’s going on some rampage about some English professor at her school. She’s convinced that he’s interpreting some poem the wrong way. Now, a normal person might take this situation a little more seriously, but Kate’s my sister, which means I’ve seen this situation over and over again throughout the years. Ever since middle school Kate has been convinced that a teacher was teaching something the wrong way, or explaining something the wrong way. One time she even corrected her Math teacher for adding up a problem wrong. At first she would let them know right in class that they were teaching things the wrong way.
