An hour of detention being stared at by Ms. Spaft had to come in on my top five most despised life events, and I'd been through some doozies. But at least Alison had been right. I was far from alone. In fact, the class was packed to the point she'd had extra chairs brought in to accommodate the easily fifty kids crammed into the classroom.

Fabulous way to kick off the first day of school. The worst part wasn't the detention itself, but the task assigned to each of us by our ...