text = "Oh, my old mask. I have so many good memories about theatre club. I would stand on my bed for entire afternoons, weeks on end, practicing my lines. Pretending to be on the big stage ... my mom would get mad at me, when she had to call me three or four times for dinner. I just … didn't like the interruptions. We both were often mad at each other.
Dinner was difficult. I just couldn’t bring myself to eat, because I couldn’t deal with the bread and my mom. She was always so worried. ‘Lisa, you forgot your homework, Lisa why won’t you play with the other girls, Lisa why didn't Steffi invite you to her birthday, Lisa this, Lisa that.’
Yes, I didn't do homework, but my teachers didn't mind it as much with me - which the other kids wouldn’t shut up about. But like … they also made fun of me reading school books and talking to my teachers during breaks.
He said I was gifted. He said I just didn't need homework for good grades. And he also made sure to always include extra credits. So my silly slip-ups wouldn’t get me a B."