After walking home with each caustic word indelibly written on her heart, she crawled into her bed, claimed sickness, and tried to cry the pain away. The venomous accusations taunted Margaret in what felt like the longest day of her life.

“Margaret is stupid! Margaret is selfish! Margaret is fat! Margaret is a dummy!” On and on they wrote until twenty-five terrible scribblings of Margaret’s “badness” filled the chalkboard. One by one, the students wrote their life-smothering words, slowly extinguishing the light in Margaret’s soul. Maybe this experience will motivate her to become a better person!” I want each of you to come to the front of the room, take a piece of chalk, and write something bad about Margaret on the blackboard. We must force her to face what a selfish person she has become. But apparently, she doesn’t want to learn. Garner ranted, “Boys and girls, Margaret has been a bad girl. “We have been waiting for you! Get up here to the front of the class, right now!” As she burst through the doors, she faced her peers jeering at her maliciously. Margaret was nine years old when she frantically raced into class, late again. Garner was harsh, bitter, and cruel, and could not tolerate Margaret’s childish idiosyncrasies. From the first day she attended her one room schoolhouse, she and her teacher, Ms. For almost forty years, she lived with word-inflicted wounds that nearly destroyed her life. Let me tell you about a girl named Margaret.

Enough by Sharon Jaynes