Day 3--A Day In Middle School

I can honestly say that absolutely nothing sticks out about my middle school years. I was bused to a school (pictured above) in a predominately white area. Had to pass 2 middle schools to get there. I was placed OFTEN in In School Suspension for cussing someone out or fighting or some bullshit that I knew better than to do but did anyway. 

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.