Amadeo Sogni

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education. “
Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)

On wednesday I’m going to my old school again. This time it’s to build with the business class of my former teacher. While I was in school I never would have thought that I would be someone anybody wanted to come and speak to students. This very teacher (while I liked her) had a class that I passed out in one day because I cut out and got lit up. When I say I passed out I mean my head was hanging off the back of the chair and my hand was covering my face with my elbow sticking up in the air. I used to use my Student Government Association ID to cut class and leave school in general. I was part of a notorious click that, although we really used to just cut and smoke weed, we got big reputation. Before the year was out we got into a beef with bascially the basketball and football teams, but that got squashed cause someone started a rumor that we were part of the Jamaican Mafia. That got started cause most of us had locks before it got popular and there was an incident with my man’ pops and his brother and a dude that hit his sister. Mind you I had good grades and I was liked by the teachers, well, most of them. I started smoking weed around the same time I was elected president of a club that spoke to younger kids about drugs. I used to walk the halls and because I knew all the teachers I could duck into different classes while I should have been somewhere else. Now I was in no way a bad person or student, but I wasn’t the one that was earmarked for success. It’s just funny to me.