A little thing from my early High School days. Back in my Freshman and Sophomore years, I always behaved in a manner befitting a perfect little Christian. At least in front of others. In private I was a randy little bastard like every other boy that age. In any case, as a result of my upstanding behavior, I was truly a pet of all the teachers and adults at the school. One day, I did something particularly good… apologized for saying something rude, or expressed my devotion to Christ, or something like that. Mama Frida took one look at a teacher next to her and exclaimed, “Oh, doesn’t it just make you want to pick him up and kiss him?” Even in my Perfected Righteous State I found that a little embarrassing, and thought to myself that I would trade the esteem of the teachers for respect from my peers.