I had never been in much trouble in school, for I always tried to follow the rules (or not get caught). The general exception was fighting and biting (in conjunction with fighting); I broke a bone in my right hand fighting with Mike Kilpatrick and broke out a tooth (it was already loose) biting Johnny Snowden when he was wearing a puffy silver coat with a furry collar. But in the third grade, my mouth got me in trouble in another way. My quick mind, ready tongue, and general mischeviousness earned me something of a well-deserved reputation as a smart-aleck (a teacher’s word). Despite all efforts to live tongue-in-check, such self-restraint never proved my strong point. On top of it all, even when I was a young child my voice seemed made for my nature’s loud, boisterous portion.
Granade, S. Ray, "Mrs. Petry and the Chalkboard (Or, The Dangers of Conjunctions)" (2009). Creative Works. 22.