In 5th grade, with the assistance of my best friend and a couple of other guys, I wrote a humorous poem mocking and satirizing my 5th grade teacher. We saw her as an evil, mean-spirited hag. You remember the Harry Potter scene where Alan Rickman as Snape forcibly pushes Harry and Ron's heads down? She seriously used to do that. Unfortunately, we must have shown the poem to the wrong person because someone turned us in. And as punishment, we weren't allowed to go on the 5th grade field trip and instead, had to spend the entire day in the empty classroom writing individual apology letters to the teacher. That was the one and only time I ever got in trouble in school. I was, otherwise, an insufferable goody-two-shoes.