In second grade, my teacher Miss Schmidt yelled at me for acting up in class.

I really liked Miss Schmidt, so I wanted to apologize and make things better. That's why I drew her a picture and put it on her desk.

At the top, in big letters, were the words: "I'm sorry."

Underneath it was a drawing of me... crying.

It seems the only way I could apologize to Miss Schmidt was by letting her know how much she had hurt my feelings.

(This entry is the second installment of my popular series: "How I Manipulated People as a Child")