In 7th grade, I was moved into a “School for the Gifted,” meaning all the really smart kids were localized into a smaller, exclusive school where they could be “challenged more effectively.” Sound like fun to you?

Halfway through the year, I was told to make regular visits to the school counselor for a number of reasons, the most prominent being my teachers’ observations of my social skills (or lack thereof).

What they failed to realize was that the problem wasn’t with me; rather, it was because the other students were all pretentious, elitist punks who wanted nothing to do with me and my non-stellar 2.0 GPA at the time.

Gotta love middle school.