When I was 8 years old, I would get in trouble at school almost every week. When I was taken to the office, sometimes the stupid principal or teacher would restrain me with their bodies. It was hard to breathe, probably because I kept struggling and resisting. Even though I eventually passed the year, I've always wanted revenge on that principal. I even remember kicking him in the legs after he grabbed me when I tried to run from him. He hollered in pain even though he didn't lose his grip. If he's dead from an unknown cause, I'd only think one word to myself. Good.