i impinged into your life again. a stimulus,

i impinged into your life again. a stimulus, maybe. a horror to escape or destroy. a pathos. I am my facticity phenomenally, in a soul that tends at one as it approaches immortali

ty, which I shall attain by winning the spelling bee.I need to since our principal said I'd never amount to anything. "Spell stichomythia." Sensing my principal's gaze, I answered:

"I do apologize for the inconvenience, but it is against my religion to even say that word, let alone spell it." Our principal murmured an apology and gave me a new word to spell:

wrong. I spelled it wrong & the principal confirmed that I spelled it wrong. But it felt so right, I politely asserted myself again. "I am sorry, but I believe I am correct."

The principal looked up from his laptop and examined my work again. "I believe you believe it, but can you prove it? I want you to write an essay explaining why you're correct."

"You want me to write an essay", I said. "Principle, I may look like another stupid student in this shitty school, but I'll have you know that I regularly write for the New Yorker"

The principle scowled. "Firstly this school is not shitty. It is a fine establishment, filled with students brighter than fireflies in high visibility vests."

a believer in corporal punishment. That principal hired a retired army corporal and beat his bare buttocks daily with a snapped-off car antenna. He had a short tenure. The next pri

ncipal subscribed to the incorporeal punishment principle. The incorporeal punishment principle principal believed in deferring punishment until after death. That guy was a spook!