When I was 13, I got suspended from my school for grafitti. Encouraged by this success I decided to take my badass graffiti skills to the outside world and was IMMEDIATELY caught and arrested. To make matters worse, I was arrested on the night before my final Latin exam. The cops called my mom to inform her that her son was a juvenile delinquent who was currently handcuffed to a table down at the local police precinct, and, without skipping a beat, she responded, “Does he have his Latin textbook with him? He has an exam tomorrow.” My mom is a badass who totally has her priorities straight.