June...

So, today was one of those days that make me look back and make me wonder how the hell I ended up the way I did. Today they picked up the rental books in World History (too bad it wasn't Grammar, LOL) and, God damn it, was it a blast from the past!

I can clearly remember when I first got into my 7th grade (tat's when middle school starts in Mexico) homeroom and thiught to myself "Man, are these gonna be great years!".

Not that I hate myself, but I was a freaking douche. I wa not really that wrong; things started out pretty well... For a few days. My pedophilic, stupid, ugly-jawed 7th grade teacher's favorite thing in the whole world was to find new and clever ways to piss me off.

I won't say I didn't have fun making fun of everything that 5" douche did, but hey, look at me now. Half of my school hates me, including my ex... There's no solution, but all of my experiences, good and bad, have helped me become the young man I am today.

As I sail my way into the last month in the school year, ninth grade, and middle school, I get more melancholic and think back, waaay back and wonder how, we all ended up the way we did.