But since no one is around to take my Duplos out of retribution, I'll take off my lady hat and put on my honesty scarf (much more fashionable, anyway). That's right, I'm finally saying it.
I'm glad that Mackenzie isn't here this week. I do not miss her. The only kids who miss her are the kids who like being pushed out of line for the water fountain, who like being told they can't sit in certain chairs at meals, and who like having their cupcakes stolen at special events, like the two year old room Valentine's Day party. In other words, no one misses her. Like, at all.
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| Of all the times in my life I've wished Mrs. Gump was right, I wish she was right the most this week. |
After school every day, I tell my parents elaborate stories about my day. I always include the nasty things Mackenzie did and for some reason, those dumb dumbs keep asking, "Is Mackenzie your friend?" They remind me that I don't have to be friends with people who are mean to me, but they clearly don't understand two year old politics.
I have two and a half years of smiling to Mackenzie's face left. When she goes to the Catholic kindergarten and I attend a neighborhood school, she'll be some other kid's problem. In the meantime, the best way to beat a bully is to not let the bully beat you. I will be holding my head high next week, Mackenzie. Look out!
