War Bride

How I met Mic

By fifth grade my slight British accent had disappeared; Maureen and Barbara were in a different classroom but I was still stuck with Claire, the head clique bitch. I made friends in my class with a boy named Chris, a tall, funny kid who got my rather droll sense of humor. Our teacher, Mrs. Q, was no joke: in previous years she would take students in the hallways and beat their butts with a hairbrush when they talked back or acted out, but that was starting to be frowned upon. Mrs. Q had four boys of her own, around our age, and sometimes she would tell us girls “you never know, one of you may grow up to marry one of my boys!” and we would all laugh and groan and think “never!”… foreshadowing has played such a major role in my life, directing my path.