Ten years ago
August
"August?"
I looked up from my desk. "Huh?"
The other kids giggled.
"Do you know the answer?" Ms. Francis asked, arching one of her bushy eyebrows at me. I wondered yet again if she knew that her students nicknamed her 'The Caterpillar.'
"Uhh, what was the question?" I asked, blushing furiously. The class giggled again. She'd caught me daydreaming again, and she knew it.
"I asked you if you knew what five hundred twenty-eight divided by twenty-four was," she said impatiently. "Do you know the answer, or do you need to come up and show your work on the blackboard?"
Ugh. I hated math. I scrunched my nose, thinking hard and carrying numbers in my head. "Twenty-two?" I said, crossing my fingers in my lap.
She frowned. "That is correct. Next time, please pay closer
