I admit it. As a kid I was a class clown, always looking for any opportunity to bust up the kid next to me, or if possible, everyone in the room. I spent many hours writing apology sentences, sitting next to the teacher, or outside the classroom door moping and feeling misunderstood. Occasionally, I'd make it to the principal's office. A few of my teachers genuinely liked me, but most wanted to throw me out on my ear. I don't blame them at all now, because I grew up and realized that it's WRONG to disrupt the class (even though they seemed to like it).
I met up with an old music teacher later who I felt that I really worked over, so I apologized to her. But she said I was fine, I caused her no problems. Huh? I guess I made no impression on her at all. So now I'm thinking it's all in my head, maybe I was actually just a nerdy bookworm who secretly wanted to be a class clown but was afraid to utter a peep, and the whole thing is just my imagination. Dang!