The Mhs Class of '77 Chapter One

Re: Thank You to unknown tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, or dana from the MHS Class of 77, though this alum experiences public education within lower providence jurisdiction as a bum er - minimally partaking advantage of extra-curricular, collegiate, inter-mural, et cetera opportunities, no not even a figurative crum well nigh convey an impression of being dumb bull door, deaf, and blind (with out faith no more), nor passing love notes from some anonymous girl, who (after leaving a teasing message informed asper getting a smart haircut in ninth grade civics class taught by Missus Comly (do not quote me on my power fully pointed excel lent spelling, telling nothing, when out of desperation I experience primal yelling) this singular potential fledgling flirtation, the extent from student, who appeared morose and rather glum exposing such vulnerability to be hum millie hated, and bullied relentlessly, whereat i wish to be a little boy comforted by me mum since that option out of the question, thus aye didst never meet Miss Mot Toe (e plumbs e num), perhaps cuz eye whiz numb body, mind and spirit triage as if inebriated by rum imagining the fighting spirit within me to thumb or rather "flip the bird" to those, this then anxiety prone metaphorically rolling stone whose metaphorical diet of worms also included eating picked over sun bleached un beak coming road kill crow - how yum me does that seem, but gnome hatter how grossly said foul dish spurred via carrion (an analogy representing verbal taunting best left for hitch cocked birds) didst not appeal not in the least did i give nasty brutes a "what for", twas fear of getting creamed, fricasseed, irradiated...