I've done a lot of different thing but I think I might have finally found my niche. I get dirty, cut, scraped and bruised on the daily basis. So much so that when I wear dresses my arms and legs are battered. With that said I love my job.

I have a lot.
We were dubbed the Brownsville Girls.

Running from security and Alvin Jones falling in front of the staircase and everyone stepped on him to get away. I was the only one who stepped over him. I've never laughed so hard while running.

Telling Nelson Nieves to stick a fork into an electrical receptacle (socket) and having sparks flying. Nelson flew back and landed on the biology table behind us. Of course I got in trouble and I was the one did it.

The boys from Co-op jumped on the B35 bus and started pistol whipping people. I spied them before the stop and ran to the front of the bus. On to have the stupid bus driver shut the door before I could get off. He was so scared that he couldn't open the door. I finally got a way.

Bunker performing a pile-drive on Mike in front of Lucky Corner. WTH I've only seen that move performed by professional wrestlers not on solid concrete.

Having a machete swung at me and hit with it on my knee cap at a hooky party.

Holding back a mob of girls while my 5' nothing friend whipped some ass.

Smoking pot almost every day at the side of the school on the steps across the street.

Carried a friend's 45 caliber BB pistol to school. Was running down the hallway with it in my pants. The pistol slipped out of my pants and I kicked it with my Timberland boots across the floor. The hallway parted like the so-called red sea. It was the funniest thing ever because I picked it up and ran out of the school.

Having Mr. Poret talked to me after class because Tamika has threatened him because he said that she was a bad influence on my at Parent Teacher night. He should have kept his damn mouth shut.

Mr. Greenfield English teacher yelled at me for cutting his class. I learned a lot about Shakespeare. I glad I went.

Ms. Foster Biology bitch! Tried to hold me back because I didn't attend class but passed all her test. So they sent me to science. I aced that and ended up back in her class. She couldn't do anything with me.

The best yet. First week of class 9th grade orientation. I couldn't get cooking class. So we were told to write about it in orientation Ms. Fujinski was the teacher. I went on a rant about not being able to have cooking class ( I love cooking and still do) I ranted about special ed kids being stupid and why the hell do they get to have cooking class when their dumb asses need to be in class learning something and the kids with normal behavior reap the benefits of cooking food.

I don't think I've changed a bit. If I think of more stories I will add them.