E-mail I got from my teacher this morning:
"You are looking stronger and stronger in class. I'm really impressed by
your progress. I keep forgetting to tell you this when you are in class,
so now I've done it and you know what I'm seeing."
Girl, you know I am one of the worst people in class, but thank you anyway.
It all went to my head a little bit and I found myself volunteering to alter and hem four slippy-slimy satin circle skirts by Tuesday. That's right, people, the way to make me volunteer to do gross chores for you is to say nice things about me. As a particularly ill-contrived* ex of mine used to say "flattery will get you everywhere".
* the relationship was ill-contrived, not him. I mean, maybe he was, I don't know. I didn't feel comfortable asking his mom those kind of questions.