I did all sorts of
stupid shit when I was a kid. It is
funny how karma always comes around and bites you in the ass. In 10th grade, we had a substitute
teacher when we did fetal pig dissections (why the hell a teacher would ever
submit a substitute teacher to that is beyond me). Fetal pigs ended up all over the school. It became fetal pig prank day. I ended up throwing mine out the second story
window. Stupid. Then later, I was a substitute teacher and
scheduled on crawfish dissection day.
Crawfish ended up everywhere.
Served me right.
I've always been a
clown, albeit a shy clown until I got publicly obnoxious starting in 5th
grade. I should point out by clown, I don’t mean the creepy ones with painted
faces that you find at the circus or birthday party. Those types of clowns scare me. I just mean, I was a cut-up. So, invariably, in any class or camp I teach,
I get an overabundance of clowns (again not the painted face ones because an
overabundance of those would be found in a car and not a classroom). I even watch these clown children do some of
the very same things I did. I can’t help
but laugh at their craziness and then curse karma for being such an asshole.
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