Ungifted

Or, in this case, the go-o-o-ong! sound from the statue’s bronze behind.

“Reckless,” my mother called me. “Poor impulse control.” That’s the school psychologist.

“Reckless,” my mother called me. “Poor impulse control.” That’s the school psychologist. “You’re going to break your idiot neck one day, or someone’s going to break it for you.” My dad.

Someone called the fire department from a cell ph

A lot of administrators would have hundreds of complicated rules to follow. I only had one: No screwups.