Egads! 7th grade again?! It was pure torture the first time around; Catholic School, threats of physical punishments, the awkward growth spurt and being taller than most of the boys in the classroom, and I still cannot break down a sentence into all the parts, lines everywhere… ::shutter:: … yelling at me does not help me to retain information any better, thank you Sister Mary-Margaret-Anne-Cathorine of Lourdes.
I am technologically challenged to begin with, so I can only imagine I would be the object of ridicule for all the other kids in class (go me, I love attention) but on the upside, the ‘underprivileged, overweight, underheight, tripping over his/her own shadow’ student can breathe a sigh of relief for the momentary distraction I would cause.
Zoltar, you can keep my $1 and buy yourself a new headpiece. In the meantime, I am pulling your plug.