And (this behavior) kept me away from the secret file of doom.

It's confirmed...Laurel is good at school...like me.  When I mean "good", she is well-behaved.  Not like some little twerp (Ching) sent home with a note, not once, but twice for using an F-bomb. (He was seven!) His (immigrant) father didn't even know the meaning of the word but getting a note sent home like that doesn't need translation.  He also got in trouble for soaking gobs of paper towels and tossing them up to the ceiling, making it a nightmare for the custodian.  You can probably assume that it was downhill from there.  I won't even start with the Ching Wang, The Wonder Years or Ching Wang, Save by the Bell years.

I was good as gold, all the time.  I was quiet when I was asked to be quiet and I did my work when I was asked to.  Sounds boring but whatever.  My good behavior suited me just fine.  And (this behavior) kept me away from the secret file of doom.  For some reason, I thought all of my naughtiness (at school) would be documented.  This documentation would prevent me from the next grade, college, perhaps even a job.  I think I was 19 when I realized that there was no file.

During dinner, Laurel expressed lament about being paired up with Shannon (not her real name) during math stations.  Apparently Shannon, very new to Laurel, doesn't do her work when she is supposed to and talks constantly.  Since the kids sit at tables, the more behaved tables get first privileges.  Today, Laurel was not at one of those tables and she hated the association.  Perhaps the teacher thought that Laurel's goodness would influence Shannon but it did not. Regardless how good Laurel was, Shannon sullied Laurel's rep.

I sit at dinner, listening to Laurel's story revelling that I have at least one well behaved girl.  Because Rachel is not going to be well behaved.  She is rolling her eyes and throwing food at me.  Today a handful of peas, tomorrow a wet wad of paper towels on the ceiling.