Totally understand the confusion. Here’s where I think you were a shit kid.

“In 7th grade science class my friends and I were extremely wild. Here are the things that I can remember us doing, as this was 6 years ago. We used to reach into the cabinets and rip up pages from the textbooks stored in there. We would throw things across the room. One time a glue stick hit a girl in the head and she tattled. On the last day she let us take home our plants and we smashed them in the hallways and bathrooms because it was the last day of school so we wouldn’t be back. The dirt got everywhere, as they were in pots. Some poor janitor had to clean that shit up. Teacher had a bucket of crayons in the back, my boy would reach in and snap them into little pieces by the handful. She had a sign in log for people that didn’t do their homework. We would rip up the pages and scribble all over it. One time we took a plant from the window sill, (like one of hers not the class ones) and put it in the recycling bin. Then my one friend removed some leaves from it and put it in my lap and she happened to be walking around and I got fucking busted. When the teacher was teaching we would make loud sounds like we were special needs. We drew permanent marker on the floor tiles. We scraped up the science desks with sharp scissors. When she would turn to write on the board we would make noises and stand on the desks and shit and she would never know who did it. Overall we were extremely disrespectful to her and vandalized a lot of things inside of classroom. She even brought a police officer in to speak with the class because of this. Worst part was I got out of that class with a single lunch detention all year. This behavior was horrible, childish, and disrespectful, but if I said I regret it I would be lying because at the time it was funny as hell I used to laugh so hard I would cry with my friends. Even now I laugh when I think about that class, not because I find what we did funny but just remembering the laughs we had back then.”