Going Back

I went to visit my second grade teacher, Mrs. Coletrade. She was in a nursing home. I brought some of my old graded tests to help jog her memory on who I was.

She noticed that she missed some of the grammatical errors on my English tests. Then she changed my C- minus grades to D-.

I got upset at Mrs. Coletrade. She asked why I even came to see her in the first place.

I said I was hoping to reminisce and remember the good old days.

Mrs. Coletrade said life is a turd and the closer you take a look, it’s still a turd.

I asked how come she didn’t tell us this when we were in second grade.

She said, “It’s like I said.”