In 1949, my parents, sister, dog, and I moved down to Balboa Island permanently, and I attended the elementary, junior high, and high school here.
I obtained a paper route, and found that one high school teacher (who shall remain nameless) was on the route, and she was very particular that her paper be delivered up on her second story balcony. I did just that, but at the end of the first month, she didn’t pay her bill. Being a small, astute business manager, I just threw the paper downstairs during the second month. But little did I know that she was terrible in paying her bills. I terminated delivery after the second month. She complained, and I told her to pay the two months in arrears, and one month in advance, and I would resume paper delivery.
She declined. So when I entered high school, I went to the vice-principal, and requested that I not be assigned to her classes. He was amused, and honored my wishes.