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The mud incident

“We were outside, playing in the leftover snow from a few days before. As we ran around, I found a big patch of ice that was starting to melt but was still plenty solid enough to play with.

"Hey, Dylan!” I said. “Come here!” By the time Dylan arrived, I was already bouncing and sliding on the slushy patch. Dylan gamely joined in, our feet smashing little spiderwebs into the ice as it buckled under our weight.

Dylan’s foot crashed down on a corner of the ice and made the whole patch shift. It tipped into a puddle underneath, which splashed a good amount of muddy water into the air. A girl in our class was standing nearby, wearing a brand-new coat her parents had just given her, the mud left a jagged brown stripe right down the front of it.

It was an accident. We hadn’t thought the ice was going to do that. But our classmate took one look at her ruined coat and started screaming.

The second grade teacher immediately ran over to assess what was happening.

[…] We tried to get the teacher to listen to us, but she ordered us to be quiet as she carried the girl’s coat into the bathroom.

Both of us were bawling by the time she had us at the sink, wetting a toothbrush. She put the coat in Dylan’s hands. “I want this cleaned!” she ordered. “You two will stay in here and scrub that mud off, and you’re not leaving until I say you’re finishes!”
Choking back our tears, we took up the brush and started working. We quickly discovered that using a toothbrush on mud wasn’t very efficient – but we didn’t have any choice. Both of us continued to cry, our ears burning red from the embarrassment of being yelled at, of our teacher’s spiteful glare, of people looking at us as we worked.

“It’s not coming out!” Dylan kept saying, rubbing the same spot for what seemed like the 500th time.

“We have to get it,” I remember saying in response. I just kept repeating that. “We have to get it.” – No Easy Answers