When I was in kindergarten, we had arts and crafts as any kindergarten class had, and we’d have a different assignment weekly to work on. We all had folders in one of those plastic crates, organized alphabetically by name where we put our drawings that we were working on for that week. I remember starting one and the following day I went back to finish it, but it wasn’t there. I told my teacher Ms Blank (literally her name) that I could not find it. She started looking through the other folders and found it in another girls folder, we assumed I had misfiled, until she pulled out the drawing and in crayon, the girl who’s folder it was in, had crossed out my name and wrote hers directly above it. I’m still mad about it to this day. Cynthia, if I ever see you again, I’m going to punch you in the face.