Gather around, friends, and I shall tell you a story. It happened ten years ago yesterday, on March 26, 1997. I was in eighth grade.
I was in my fourth period class, shop class (or “tech ed” as it was also known as). The first half of the year that class period was art, now in to the second half it was tech ed. Much preferred art. Oh, well.
Anyway, as you can imagine if you know me personally, I got picked on a lot in middle school. I was an easy target. Lonely. Weird. Small. Frizzy hair. You name it. And my grades sucked, so it’s not like I was like the picked on, teacher’s pet, perfect student who’d go on to employ these people later on. I was past my seventh grade plummet and was down to mediocre at best academically. To this day, never quite climbed out of it.
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