In my junior year of high school I was completely done with school and so were my parents. Because of this I was allowed to be late almost everyday, I couldn't completely skip tho cause DCFS would be called if I missed too much. On A day's (previous post explains A and B days) I had English. My English teacher was incredibly kind and knew my feelings about school so she never said anything about me being late.
I was the only junior in my class, everyone else was in their senior year, so I was already the odd one out. A group of boys sat at the front table in the class room, right next to the teacher. It was maybe six (6) boys and I kinda knew two (2) of them; one was the younger brother of one of the seniors I was friends with the year before and was in my English class the year before, the other was in my English class freshman year.
The first day of school after winter break, the start of the new semester, I showed up like half way into the class and as soon as I walked in the entire group of boys cheered. A couple of them said they didn't think I would show, my teacher in response said "of course they showed, they just come late cause they don't like me" I laughed and said "no I do like you, I just don't like waking up" I heard her say that she felt the same as I was walking to my seat.
I missed class the rest of that week, but the next week when I showed up to English, I was late. As soon as I walked in the group of boys cheered and a couple of them said it was nice to see me. It happened every day I showed up late to class.
I told my mom every time it happened and she always had the same response "you're a legend, most kids aren't allowed to be late everyday and would get in a lot of trouble with their parents"
I still think about that everyday