Goody Two Shoes

This morning I was recruited to be the advisor-for-the-day of a lunchtime dance club (i.e. they need grown-up supervision to be in the dance studio).  The school office manager (we were in the same class) hands me the key and the conversation goes something like this:

"So this is in the basement of the other building, down in the old rifle range."

"Er, I'm afraid I never knew where the RIFLE RANGE was."

"You know, right by where they held detention."

"Uhh..."

I kind of sort of never had detention.  Kept my mouth shut about it, though, as I am still desirous of being "cool" when I go back to high school.