People express their feelings in such amazing and diverse ways.
I remember how upperclassmen in my high school would show me how awesome they thought I was.  Sometimes it didn’t make sense, but I just went with it.  They would knock my books out of my hand in the hallway just to show every other student how smart I must be.  And I guess out of jealousy, all of the onlookers would walk all over my stuff and accidentally kick one of my books down the hall.  There were other times when some of the football players would rush up to me in the hallway and shove me in a locker.  They must have known that I didn’t have a hall pass and that the principal was just around the corner.  Then there were times after gym class that they would act like they were beating me up so that the nerdy kids would feel better about themselves.  We tried to make it look real, so there were some real potentially humiliating scenes.  Had they chose to partner with someone that was a lesser actor, those moments would have become humiliating memories indeed.
Looking back now, I would have just appreciated a gift card to the J. Riggins store at the mall.

I remember that day as if t were yesterday.  I was a senior in high school and I was in the zone.  I was impressing my teachers, talking it up with the ladies, smiling in slow motion as I walked down the hallway as a gentle breeze attempted to move my 1993 hairstyle…my jeans couldn’t have fit better.  I swaggered through the parking lot after school as I made my way to my boss pick-up truck with the sunroof.  I slowly closed the door behind me as I gazed at the rear view mirror in absolute horror — there, on my right cheek, was an inch-long trail of dried blood that looked like a dead fuzzy caterpillar.

Life Lesson #34
Never scratch at a zit in first period while sitting in class.