One time I went to school and … I was caught bringing in a case of Samuel Adams beer I got caught stealing I was searched against my will I got good grades I fell asleep, woke up, and passed all of my classes I dropped out after 9.11 and contemplated the many means of escape I got kicked out at the end of my junior year I wrote a 40 page paper on censorship and pornography I wore the worst clothes possible I “fell down the stairs” multiple times I got kicked out of graduation practice for wearing a tube top and couldn’t walk with my class I left school to get my GED because school felt like the land of doom For four years I was mis-educated

(Slam book excerpt, Summer 2006)

You want me to paint the picture? This is where it gets a little crazy. I don’t know if you are ready for this. My fi rst day of high school was waking up in the morning, and already thinking about this new experience. I’m kind of excited because I’m going to meet new people … I’m just like motivating myself to go out there, be myself. Make a couple of friends, whatever. Get a little clique started, whatever. I wake up in the morning, get ready. Start walking, whatever. I get off the train and a billion people are walking with me and we’re all going the same way. Each and every person does not acknowledge one another.