Crime and Punishment

   "Quiet, please." Sister George Mary looked sternly at our seventh grade faces. "Now that you have been assigned your seats, we can hear your summer essays."
   My classmates groaned out loud. I groaned inside. Quickly. Not wasting time on what was, but readying for what was to be. Over the summer our assignment was to write 'The Story of My Life'.
   "Joshua Bishop." Sister fixed the boy in the first row, first seat with a steady look. His last name was his biggest problem. Each year he seemed to prove to the school sisters of Notre Dame that he was not fit for his religious last name.
   "Yes, Sister." Josh stood up beside his desk. His curly blond hair and pale blue eyes were in his favor, but he still acted like he had something wrong with him.
   "You're first, young man."
   Josh opened a plastic folder.
   That was worrisome. I had such fun over the summer that I never got around to the assignment. And Josh had his in a