"No please don't, teacher!" you plead. "I can't go back another grade. It's already too embarassing to be with a bunch of kids 16 years younger than me..."
"What did you say, Timmy?" the teacher ask.
"I said it's too embarassing to be with kids that our 16 years younger than I am!"
"Timmy, you can do math!" the teacher exclaim. "You've learned something after all."
"Omigawd I did, didn't I?" you say. "Give me that book."
The teacher hands you To Kill A Mockingbird. You read the first page out loud. "I understand it all. It's amazing."
"Yes, and in a few more years you'll be able to catch up to your classmates," the teacher says.
"In a few more years?"
"Yes. These kids can do algebra and read law books. Your reading at the skill of a one-year-old," explains the teacher. "You know what I'll do to make you happy? Instead of transfering you to the two-year-old class, I'll put you back with the one-year-olds. Then it will be really easy for you."
"No!" you beg. "I can't be with them. I can't be as dumb as them. They don't know even when to go to the bathroom."
"Exactly," the teacher camly says. "And apparently neither do you."
All the three-year-olds are laughing at you. You look down and see the hugest wet spot ever created in history. And it's still getting bigger. It's like you can't stop from wetting yourself.
"Help me!" you scream.