So our history teacher decides it’s time to introduce us to the charming character Nicolae Ceaușescu. You know, the guy who pretty much set the gold standard for dictator-level delusions and bad decisions and f****d up Ronania for decades. Naturally, she starts with, “Now class, today we’re going to learn about the brilliant leadership of Nicolae Ceaușescu.”
Cue a chorus of groans and eye-rolls from the back row. I swear, her sarcasm was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and she totally seemed to enjoy watching us flinch.
“Brilliant,” she said, “because what’s more inspiring than a leader who managed to alienate his entire population, bankrupt his country, and get executed along with his wife because nobody could put up with his crap anymore?”
Jake shot me a sideways glance and wh
