Imagine being a master on ancient Rome by third grade.
Where do you move onto from there? You’re pretty much peak nerd at that point. (Which is nothing to be ashamed of!)
I would give anything to have been able to sit on that assembly.
And I would give double anything to not be the one playing the flute.
That’s nothing. During the summer between fifth and sixth grade, I decided I should start practicing how to write reports. I literally gave myself homework.
This person clearly misunderstood the initial question.
You were supposed to answer with dweeby stories; not stories that prove you were 100 percent awesome as a kid.
Maybe they were just jealous and super impressed!
Probably not, though. At least you learned a good skill (and a very important lesson about how not to make friends, apparently).
If you were a rule follower in school, you’re going to sympathize with this next kid who was obsessed with the dress code…