Hmm let's see, well when I was in 6th grade we had a new kid check in from Alabama and my classmates somehow conned me into putting a tack on his seat when he stood up thinking he would sit on it but instead he came back and curled his leg before sliding into his seat; the tack ended up lodged into his knee, it was bad and of course the teacher selected me of all people to take him to the nurse's office. It was a lesson in peer pressure. Luckily (for me) I was one of the "good" students so even though some of my classmates that got me to do it tried to snitch me while I was gone the teacher didn't believe them and I passed it off as I didn't see anything because I was doing my work. I felt bad and of course guilty afterwards
“When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down “happy.” They told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didn’t understand life." - author unknown
