Karma Confession She was right, it was all karma.

Around the end of elementary school, I was a great big bully. Well, more accurately, I was an associate bully. The actual bully was a friend of mine, and we used to pick on his little brother and all of his friends. I remember a lot of spinning them around by their feet at lunch time, but then again I also remember it being voluntary. One afternoon, I was called to the principal's office. I walked out of the room angry, and my teacher, M. Cuisson, tried to grab me by the arm, get me to calm down. But I threw his arm away, stormed off and away from my favourite teacher.

When I started junior high school, I remember it being very hard to fit in. I wore glasses with the worst prescription you could imagine and always seemed to have last year's style. Every possible definition of the word geek.

The computer lab was in the high school wing, and every lunch hour I would have to navigate my way there through the maze of giants and ogres. They would line themselves up on either side of the hallway, like a gauntlet of varying hostility, and push me around as I tried to get through. One time I had to use the washroom, which is something a meek geek should never do in the senior's wing. I have bitter memories of laying on that washroom floor, watching the two giants walk out sideways.

I don't dwell on these things anymore. I am who I am, and who I was, and who I will be. Nothing can change that. Nothing, except who I am.  ¶ 6:24 PM