Time Heals All

Unlike the characters you see in operas, sometimes all you need to do to get out of a bad situation is to outlast your opponent.

I preface this story by the simple statement that the following is a lie. It is a work of fiction.

It appears, upon browsing through my old high school's staff page, that my least favorite teacher is no longer employed there. There has been quite a bit of turnover, so I'm not worried that some Sherlock will be able to find through process-of-elimination the exact identity of this person.

No surprises there. It's been ten full years, for the sake of God.

Anywho, it seems that I may or may not have done something in my youth that may or may not have put the power to revoke my high school diploma firmly into the hands of this person.

This person may or may not have even known this fact. This person may have simply been too kind to try to enforce disciplinary action. Somehow, I doubt it.

This person is no longer affiliated with the school, it seems. And thus, I can breathe just a little bit easier about dreading that phone call that states I've been found out and that my life is now in ruins.

It happens, and not just on Night Court.

Do I feel better about this? Yes. Do I feel in the right? By no means.

By no means.