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I got owned by my seventh grade music teacher

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As a teen I was the bad kid in school that always lipped off to the teachers and had a huge chip on my shoulder. I wish I could go back and treat people differently, but I can’t.

In seventh grade I was really into skateboarding, smoking cigarettes, skipping class with my friends, etc. When I did go to class I was disruptive at best.

My music teacher, old Mrs. Greiner, had tried everything to get me to just shut up and leave her class alone. Meetings with parents, detentions, extra homework she tried it all.

Or so I thought.

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