Where I discuss: my confession

My Confession.

Once, when I was in 11th grade, I had a substitute teacher for my U.S. History class. I was living in Japan at the time, and this subtitute happened to be a japanese woman. And she didn’t speak English very well. It was the recipe for disaster.

Her only job, it would seem, was to take attendance and start a video for us to watch. Well, I don’t recall how I acquired it, but I had a remote control for the VCR. And this remote allowed you to adjust the tracking.

I was a bad boy. I “adjusted” the tracking, so that the picture was barely visible. The lady got up to see what was wrong, and while she was randomly pushing things, I fixed the tracking. She sat down. I messed up the picture again. As long as I only played with the tracking, no one would know that it was all intentional.

But when I started pausing it, and playing it in slow motion… that’s what gave away the fact that someone had a remote control. Although… I don’t think it was the substitute teacher that realized it. I think it was my classmates… they were mad at me.