Treatment for the road rash in your life…ughhhhh!
So I’ve had my share of honor student woes and wicked honor student competitors from grade school through college. Nice people with a plan to cramp my style. . .ever since elementary school. Here’s one for the villains–past and present.
My friend Juaquin
My friend Juaquin hates me.
Not for any reason at all.
He hates me for being smart.
Juaquin hates me.
He thinks I’m dumb.
That’s not right.
He’s not nice.
He shows my Mom his tongue.
My Mom cries.
I forgive Juaquin.
He is dumb.
