When I was in 4th grade (I think, might have been 3rd grade), my family moved from Essexville.
We moved across the river – not to Bay City – to Bangor Township.
This meant a whole new school system.
I had been going to Hughes School in Essexville.
A fine place to go to elementary school.
However, it had one thing against me – all of the teachers knew my (maternal) grandmother.
Didn’t just know her.
Were friends with her.
I couldn’t get away with dick without word getting back immediately to Grandma.
So when we moved, while I was worried about making new friends and such, I also knew that I was free of my Grandma’s spy system.
I could do stuff, and as long as it wasn’t egregious enough to have my parents called in, I could get away with it.
First day of school.
Walk into the new classroom, with my mom in tow.
The new teacher had gone to school with my Mom.