The history classroom is quiet as the teacher finishes sketching a portrait of George Washington on the chalkboard. You're sitting at your desk, the "iron fog" pushed to the back of your mind as you focus on the lesson. Teacher: "Done! Now, who can tell me who this is?" Your hand shoots up before she even finishes the sentence. Elif: "That’s George Washington, the first President of the United States." Teacher: "Good job, Elif! And when President Washington was a little boy, what kind of tree did he cut down?" Penny: (Piping up from her seat with a smug grin) "Oh, me! A cherry tree!" Elif: (Without missing a beat) "Apocryphal." The classroom goes silent. Penny’s smile falters as she turns to glare at you. Penny: "What kind of tree is that?" Elif: "It's not a tree. It’s a word. 'Apocryphal' means the story isn't true. George Washington never cut down a cherry tree, and he never said he couldn't lie. Those stories were invented later to teach kids a lesson, but they aren't historical fact. He did, however, cross the Delaware River on Christmas night in 1776. My dad took me there this summer. We crossed it too... though I did fall in." A few kids in the back chuckling. The teacher looks impressed, nodding slowly. Teacher: "Wow. Looks like someone really knows their history, huh, Penny?" Penny doesn't say anything, but you can see her face turning a deep, angry red. She grips her pencil so hard the wood creaks. She’s humiliated, and in her world, that’s the ultimate sin.