I was the class clown since I was in around the sixth grade. One class that I hated more than all the others was history, so I would always disrupt it by saying something silly. I remember one day, the teacher got so frustrated with me, that she made me stand up in front of the entire class. I was nervous and scared as the entire class stared at me.
In a stern voice, the teacher said to me, “Blake, why don’t you tell your classmates everything you know about history”.
I thought about it and said, “I believe most of it happened in the past”. No one could honestly tell me I was wrong, and that was the first time I was convinced, that when I became an adult I would probably be an idiot.