I admit it. I was different than most of the other kids. I was the one who could hardly wait to get back to school. I loved seeing my friends, meeting new teachers, getting fresh crayons and writing my name in those empty notebooks that held a world of learning possibilities. Every year I would lay awake the night before school started imagining what the new school year would hold. I could almost smell the aroma of those yeast rolls coming out of the lunch room. I would pack and repack my book bag to be sure it held all of the necessary items in precision order. I thought school was awesome. I’m pretty sure I was the minority leader.