I think it was the third grade. Lovett Elementary. We got to use the pens. I had this one old white lady teacher. She was the one that took us out for recess. And this being Houston, it was so hot as shit outside, and we were little kids all running around, sweating and what not having fun and then when we were coming back inside, she wouldn't let us take not even a little sip of warm tap water from the drinking fountain. She said it would give us stomach aches. At the time, it seemed cruel and a little bit unusual, but we were like whatever. It was miserable, we were all so thirsty. We wouldn't get any water until our next bathroom break. That seemed like forever. I don't know if you're reading this, but if you are, FUCK YOU, Lady! I was really damn thirsty! Why didn't you let me drink any water after I was playing outside? I have a million bones to pick with you. I don't know what your problem is, but we can solve this right here and now. If you're still alive. If you're dead which you probably are, come give me a visit. I'll punch your fucking lights out, you decrepit old hag.