When I was in the eighth grade, I was kicked out of my middle school choir for bad-mouthing the director.
You’re probably wondering, “Why the hell am I reading about some guy’s delinquent early-teenage behavior on a Northwestern sports website?”
Fair question, reader. Give me a little bit of time and I promise we’ll get there.
As I was saying, I talked a lot of trash about the director (Mrs. Shepard, if you’re reading this, my sincerest apologies, for I was but an annoying, buzzcut-wearing, scrawny boy). It got back to her pretty quickly, and soon, I was given the boot.