Upper Class: Chapter 21

The amazing thing about having your mother as your 11th-grade teacher plus mechaneches is that after braving it for the first day, you then have the privilege of doing it again, over and over and over.

I don’t think Debbi understands this. She keeps yapping on and on about how “the hard part is over” and how I “made it.”

I don’t want to be a downer, but if she doesn’t stop talking, I’m going to abandon her on the street corner.

“Oh, this is me,” I say, as if it’s the first time she’s ever seen my house.