You know sometimes you look back on things and just think, "What the FUCK was I thinking?" Like, I don't know if this even counts as a confession, but I still cringe remembering my first week teaching, sending all these emails to my principal. UNPROMPTED. Offering advice on how to RUN THE SCHOOL. I was like 23, fresh out of art school, and I honestly thought I knew EVERYTHING. He was probably like, "Who is this little punk?" and I just... I wish I could apologize for being such an arrogant little shit. I think maybe he just thought I was a pain in the ass.