Sometimes the stuff I learned in class had nothing to do with the lessons but about the people around me. I learned about nice people and assholes, liars, troublemakers, rule followers, rule breakers and I always felt I was a little contrary to all of that. They’d form groups, and I’d stay a loner, but I was always pleasant to people. I never saw any good excuse to be rude, although sometimes my sense of humor would get me in trouble. [I try to be sensitive to ppls feelings, but sometimes I’d fail]