Ms. Andrejko’s pretty face contorts as if she’s found a chunk of glass in today’s G.W. Elementary’s Specialty: skimpy ham and pepper jack encased between two soggy bland boulders. From the two yard distance, I could see her gawking ghoulishly with her jaw to her adam’s apple- ham and cheese free. I shrug and continue to skip, slide and sheep my way through the snot-dripping roller backpack toting crowd subdued, gravitating toward today’s chauffeur with bangs slicing their way right and left, left and right like windshield wipers on my forehead. My white stallion, now more of a fawnish eggshell, was your weathered van you customized yourself with industrial tape I would peel off. Maybe that’s what drew Jackie’s face to imitate Michael Myers. Or maybe it was the beefy, hairy arm slouched over the tape showcasing a portrait of Jesus crying displayed so closely, like she had won a front row seat to a Picasso painting. We almost make a clean getaway but Jackie decides there will be no Law & Order material coordinated on her beady eyed watch and scampers from the rest of the remaining second graders. Unveiling your best guilty tot caught feasting on a crayola grin you introduce yourself swimmingly, and I can witness her hair slowly regress with every wheeze back into its sleek, shiny mold. You had that effect.