Because

Fuck it, right?

Let’s talk about high school.

I was bright but had superior teachers in Florida. Alabama, except for a handful of brilliant teachers, no thank you. Southeastern education is as terrible as you think. Worse.

ANYWAY

My Bah Bah eventually let me slide on my grades because of my anxiety.

I was a very stressed-out kid. I would be an actual psychopath if not for one or two great moments.

Once I brought home two F’s on the same report card, and it almost killed me. Me… I did. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me, or the worst thing I ever did, in school. Not him. What the hell did he know about Chemistry? He was cool about it. He knew I was going to be okay. He encouraged me to do my best.

Except for this one time,

I brought home a low C in Physical Education, and he like to set me on fire.

He was not okay. That may have been his biggest aggravation with me-that I was capable physically but

1. I was lazy and

2. I HATED showing off in front of him strength-wise because his methods made me angry.

He could not abide me not giving my everything and doing my best to shame the other kids.

That C was temporary.

I always got A’s in P.E. That’s everyone, right?

“Oh my god! We’re going outside? What???!”

BITCH! I grew up outside!

(Damn, I loved Field Day)