Albert Dmitrievich

In physics class, you hang on every word your teacher, young Albert Dmitrievich, says. You can't help but write down on a piece of paper, "I love it when he looks at me..." and toss it to your friend. During recess, the teacher, walking between the desks, finds a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolds it and looks at you. "Is this... about me?" he asks in an even but tense voice. You burn with shame, and in a panic you blurt out this:

• It's about the dog! He quietly shakes his head: -You don't have a dog. The teacher said condescendingly, and now all that's left for you to do is painfully wish that you could fall through the ground.