I guess the day that sticks out is one day, in 7th grade science class, my mother gave permission to my teacher, Mrs. Svor, to allow her to draw blood from my finger. I don't even remember what we were studying. Or why she needed our blood. Or why my mother thought this was a good idea. The only thing I remember is my teacher saying I almost broke her ribs because I was pushing against her so hard. What could I say? I hated needles. Still do. Yeah...I know...I have tats. Your point?
Yeah...middle school was boring to me. It was something to do to pass the time. So this is all you get because this is all I got.
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you assaulted the teacher lol i compare the middle school years to the show called the wonder years...awkward
Exactly Budda. I just took up space during those years. LOL
Middle school sucked. Not young enough to have fun at school and not old enough to be a HS kid with the weespeck that comes with it. lol
...smh @ you.
LMAOOO..Reading this just reminded me of when my son kick the nurse in the face while trying to give him a shot..the boy was helluva strong at two...
I had issues, y'all. ISSUES!
I don't blame you, Maria. I still hate needles--big or small. I turn away my head and close my eyes. Is it just me or do the small needles always seem to hurt the worse?
My elementary and middle school years were very rough.
It's not just you, Monica. I will take a big needle over a small one any day.
Hey....sometimes you've gotta cuss folks out and whip some ass!!!
Good Gravy!! LOL!!
I am a Pin Cushion; I can watch a needle enter my arm and watch my Blood Flow into the Vials...
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