I started out clueless, but life taught me to grow up fast.

when i was in 8th grade, the kids had a field day with me because i did not know the slang words that most kids knew. I knew the long proper words, (thanks mom) but had no idea that pricks were body parts, etc.



as a sophomore, a teacher asked us if anyone in our families had a drinking problem. I was living with a detested drunk stepfather at the time and I raised my hand. NO ONE ELSE DID. Humiliated and infuriated, i turned to my class and said, "you mean NONE of you have a family member that drinks too much?" no one would look at me.

I knew my trigometry teacher was gay when I was a senior. I despised the way he flirted with innocent boys. I had the same disgust for the handsome young chemistry teacher who acted like he was buddies to the "in crowd" in our classroom. Imagine my disappointment when i went back to my highschool 30 years later and he was the only teacher left that was there when I was.