Adventures in squirt-land - part 2.

She told me not to worry if the assignment came in late. Now she’s changed her mind, and the shift has me sweating. Every glance from her feels like a test I’m already failing, so I’ll nod, obey, do whatever keeps her hand from coming down. Today the lesson is geography—Squirtland, she calls it. The word is new, the country unknown, but the moment she pins me with that look, I realize the subject has nothing to do with maps on the wall.