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.