Burn the Evidence

I’ve been destroying my house for over a week looking for some grade sheets.  It’s the only record most teachers keep of their grades and Mr. Demy had given them to me so I could start the arduous task of making report cards.  Finally today I gave up and thought I must have accidentally burned them.  I couldn’t believe I’d been that careless, but I’ve hardly been myself the past few weeks.

I took a deep breath and walked into Mr. Demy’s office.  “Oh good!” he said, “I have grade sheets for you!”

Not so crazy after all…