Regrets

As I was browsing through Books-A-Million during my lunch hour, I preceded to run into a person that brought back a very bad memory of high school. She was my spanish teacher. More specifically, she was my spanish teacher that had a lisp. This speach impedement often times caused her to 'spit' while she was talking, much to the amusement of us students. I would like to blame my actions on being 16, but when I think about it, it is just plain meaness, there are no other excuses. This is what happened: I drew a caricature of Ms. Ramen with drops of spit coming out of her mouth and students in the front row with umbrellas trying to dodge the saliva torpedos. This was purely drawn for my own amusement as she droned on and on about proper nouns and using verbs only after the adjectives in a sentence. Of course I had to show off my work of art to the cute boy sitting next to me. Anything I could do to stike up conversation I often times did. Even if it was feigning interest in Marilyn Manson or other various Hard Rock bands that I had never heard of before much less listened to. But I digress....He then took the picture and showed it to the girl sitting next to him. That would be his girlfriend, the cheerleader. If looks could kill I would be incarcerated for murder. Like the cheerleader she was, she squeeled and giggled like she had just won the title for miss america or something. My heart stopped beating I think. I knew I was done for, I just knew it. Especially when Ms. Ramen stopped her lecture and started making her way to Ms. Cheerleader's desk. She tried to hide the picture under a stack of papers but the damage was done. The teacher asked her to hand her the piece of paper that caused this little class interruption. I have never wanted a hole to miraculously appear and swallow me whole so much in my life! She looked at the caricature and didn't find any humor in it. In fact I saw for the first time hurt in a teacher's eyes. She then asked who drew it. No one told on me but everyone turned around to look at me at the same time. Yeah, thanks guys...that was real smooth.
Anyway, all of this came rushing from the deep recesses of my memory in a split second. Thankfully quick enough for me to duck behind the shelf of bestseller books before she saw me. Needless to say, I forgot which book I was even looking for and hightailed it out of there!
In some twisted way, I was very proud of that picture though.