I wasn't a bad boy... was I?

In second grade, I was on probation.

Every day, I had to see the teacher after class and get a slip of colored construction paper. My teacher would write on the paper if my behavior was good or bad that day. A green slip meant I turned in all my homework and was cooperative. Yellow was for when I didn't pay attention because I was drawing during class. And red meant I disobeyed the teacher or did something really bad.

Most of my days were yellow. Finishing homework on time was really hard. And eventhough it was a bad idea, I liked to bring my airplane and army drawings to school. One time, I got a green slip and was so happy that I skipped all the way home. But when I got red ones, I was really scared because I knew my mom would be angry. Sometimes I would cry when the teacher handed me a red slip.

I didn't understand why I had to get slips. The only other person who got slips was a really naughty boy. I wasn't trying to be naughty. I misbehaved by accident. Why was I a bad boy?