Amanda

Is it true that for every good moment there’s an equally as harsh one? I’m not sure, but as I sit across the desk from the principal at Jase’s school, I feel that I may be paying my dues for the lovely weekend Malcolm and I shared only a short week and a half ago.

Sitting here is worse than any time I was ever called to the principal’s office as a student. Though I did attend the same school, the principal has changed. As I sit and take in the cases of ...