The awkward years.
It was only two years of my life that felt like twenty. My grades were in the dumper and was the worst student in my wood shop class.
I once made up an entire oral report on a fake South American plant that the local indigenous would grow and eat as their main staple. I even drew a picture of it on the chalk board. I have always wondered if Mrs. Thacker (my history teacher) knew what I was up to. read more