Look, I get it. I was being cheeky. Bratty, even. And yes, maybe I was being bratty for four days straight, taking advantage of my slight head cold because I knew he wouldn’t punish me while I was sick. Maybe I got a little drunk on the prospect of being above the law. Each time I acted out, he’d shoot me a look of warning and I would think, Oh, he won’t forget this. This will get me in trouble. Then I would contemplate a...