We had to divide up by height today in lit class. We lined up tallest to shortest. Not even kidding, all the girls were on the short half and all the boys on the tall half. It looked like a straight up middle school dance. (minus the slutty kids who formed the grind pit by the speakers. dude you're 13. chill.) Except for me. There was one guy taller than me...and only because he gelled his hair up. (Ecua guys haven't gotten the notice that gel ain't cool. No one wants to touch your crusty, pokey hair. And if I can see where your skull is or the exact path your comb took this morning, we've got problems my friend.)
Whether it was lining up for picture day in first grade or picking teams in gym class in middle school or taking my shoes off to take pictures at prom or dividing up into groups in lit class...
this is the story of my life.
And I wouldn't change it for a million bucks. It would suck to be short. (no offense shorties.)
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