I'm going to go with a lighter approach than this question probably is intended to make me reveal and let you all know my deep and abiding shame that in first grade I totally threw up on classmate.
I still remember my horror. My cute little teacher, Mrs. Koski, who I thought didn't like me because of my extreme chattiness, swooped over and picked me up-mess and all-and carried me to the office to call my mom. I knew she liked me better than my classmate, 'cause they got to sit there with my mess on them til she was finished with me.
I wonder what happened to that chattiness. Totally gone by the end of second grade.
I still remember my horror. My cute little teacher, Mrs. Koski, who I thought didn't like me because of my extreme chattiness, swooped over and picked me up-mess and all-and carried me to the office to call my mom. I knew she liked me better than my classmate, 'cause they got to sit there with my mess on them til she was finished with me.
I wonder what happened to that chattiness. Totally gone by the end of second grade.
That's it? Your SHAMEFUL past?? No smuggling diamonds or assassinations or ripping tags off store mattresses??? Come on...
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