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.

