Keeping Secrets

I’m sworn to secrecy on this, so I just had to tell everyone. Some secrets are just too good not to share.

So I ask a colleague about my old school, Metropolitan Middle. Her lover works there. She tells me that, thus far this year, they’ve had three principals. “The one they got now, and one who just walked off the job. The other one got fired.”

And I’m like, “Really? Fired? That school is gang infested, drug ridden, violent — what do you have to do to get fired from Metropolitan Middle?”

She swears me to secrecy. Then she tells me that the principal was paying a teacher to come to his office — and spank him.

I kept the secret for about fifteen minutes. I don’t know what more can be expected of me?


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