And here, for your reading pleasure, is a snippet from my upcoming memoir,
Too Cool for School. I think it complements the ad above.
Now that an extra, unexpected person was here, the chairs in the principal’s office were inadequate. ____ to my shock, took the seat next to me, the chair intended for the principal—it went with the man’s desk. My new neighbor scooted very close to me, right in my face, and accused me of all sorts of asinine things—mostly concerning being a "liberal.” This word was spat, repeatedly, like a curse. All of these accusations of my purported “liberal democrat” status had nothing to do with the issue we were there to discuss.