It wasn't until fairly recently that I've begun regretting never paying attention to those Martin Luther King Day assignments we had to do back in grade school. I hate to sound so uneducated, but if it wasn't for him [tears forming] I wouldn't be able to have all these cool white friends, or this awesome taste in music, or to be able to take my dates to Applebee's and receive some decent prices [there's no way they'd let me have that 2 for $20 deal].
A few days ago I accidentally deleted the folder on my laptop that contained almost all of my movies and music. Just yesterday, after spending countless hours trying to get it all back, I somehow deleted it all over again,and for a minute I had completely lost my mind. After a few moments of headbanging and thought collecting I realized that I really don't have it all that bad. Yeah it'll take me weeks to get my music back and I have no clue how to prevent this from happening again, but at least I can date
Mr.[average white father of suburban means] daughter without being arrested on account of suspicion [THAT'S NOT MY BABY, I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS PREGNANT]. For those reasons, among others, I say thank you, and that I promise to make my kids pay attention when it comes time to write that essay, we've all got to learn somehow.