In the sixth grade I was moved from a class I really loved, with a great teacher, to another class that completely sucked and was filled with the dregs of the school -- that event shaped my life for years to come, making me feel insecure and rejected. I guess part of me still feels that way sometimes. I once wondered what would have happened if I hadn't been moved. I know a lot of things would have been different, but then again I would also be different. Maybe I would be a jerk or worse. I'm not glad about what happened, but at the same... well you know the rest.