The World Didn’t Quite Make Sense, But I Didn’t Know Why…
As long as I can remember I struggled in school. I would do whatever I could to avoid being called on. I would study as hard as I could and still fail. Fridays in the 6th grade were absolute torture. I had to pass my spelling test or get spanked during recess. So every Friday I wore as many pairs of underwear as I could manage to put on. Amazingly, no one ever wondered why I couldn’t pass the tests; they all just assumed I was lazy.
