I think this was partially inspired by my high school principal disliking me. Teachers seemed to feel I was unfairly targeted, but were afraid to do much about it. I stuck to my guns, though, and once a teacher went as far as to tell me “sometimes when hitting your head you have to recognize it’s just a brick wall and it’s best to move on.”

Ah, fun memories.

I always found that if I knew mom would say no, I’d ask dad, and vice versa. A common child tactic, that few of us grow out of. :)