I only cried once during high school.

No, it wasn't the first day when Mom dropped me off.

And it wasn't when I saw my first report card, received my first demerit, or experienced my first detention.

It wasn't even when a friend accidentally ran over my foot in the parking lot or when none of my friends stood up to a bully making fun of my hands.

Nope. The one time I cried during my high school career was in a theology class. That day, our teacher rolled a television and VCR into the room (for the younger readers, google it!) and the lights were dimmed as we watched a movie called The Mission. Let me explain.