Cool kids mess up, too.
One of my classmates was the super cool, down to earth nice guy, good at anything athletic and liked by everyone in the fourth grade.
During a thorough and detailed lecture by a substitute teacher filling in for Mr. Dunlap, the cool kid classmate whispered something loudly to someone sitting nearby.
“Please, young man, pay attention to the lecture,” the substitute said, drawing everyone’s attention to him.
Wow, I thought. The substitute teacher doesn’t know he’s the cool kid.