Why am I prince of all sass? Well,
my elementary teacher, Mrs Weston, one time said, “Lizards don’t have ears.” Which isn’t true, they do have ears, they just don’t have outside flaps like human ears. I borrowed a book about lizards from the school library that stated lizard’s eardrums are just below the surface of their skin, but when I showed Mrs Weston, she pretended she knew they had eardrums and that there’s a difference between eardrums and ears, and I’d said ears, which was wrong. I hadn’t said anything about ears, she’d used the word ears to claim lizards can’t hear. I had to stand outside for 30 (thirty) minutes for being "argumentative." I wrote a letter to the principal about it assuming something would be done about Mrs Weston’s refusal to admit she was wrong, but the next day Mrs Weston made me stay in during recess and write ‘I need to work on my attitude’ fifty (50) times on the blackboard. I wrote ‘Lizards do have ears’ instead, as I was pretty angry about the whole thing.
It wasn’t the first time Mrs Weston had been wrong either. She once told the class that camels store water in their humps. Camel humps contain fat reserves, not water. I knew this from reading 'The Crab with the Golden Claws', a Tin Tin book. Tin Tin rules, my turtles. When I addressed this with Mrs Weston, she said, “Tin Tin is a comic book.”
And, like... So what? I’m sure there are some scientifically dubious panels in Tin Tin books, but what possible reason would Hergé have to make stuff up about humps? I learned far more from reading Tin Tin than I ever learned in Mrs Weston’s class. Tin Tin taught me that sometimes all you need is a great coat and a reliable companion. I guess I've always been bitter about the whole thing and internalized it and processed it into an abnormal sense of humor, indignation, and sense of justice, no matter how mild/petty lol
Don't get me started about my friend Todd, tho, he may have some quality coats but he is no reliable companion.
That, however, is a story for another time.