Apparently, it wasn't enough that I had saved the world from a variety of supervillians.
That I'd fought off the numerous minions said supervillians had a tendency to employ.
That I'd endured a series of sick and twisted experiments at a madhouse called the School (though not your humdrum everyday kind).
That I'd raised five other kids on my own, and two of them were obnoxious teenage boys.
No, apparently none of this was enough to say – get me out of school.
And it's not as if I hadn't tried school before – all of us had. But we'd come to one resounding conclusion.
It really didn't work.
So why was I here, preparing to once more enter a school?
Let's just say I'm a sucker for chocolate-chip cookies.