I was every bit the opposite of a “Teacher’s Pet” in school. I was the class clown and found the sound of my classmate’s laughter much more rewarding than earning good grades. Parent Teacher meetings would always follow the same pattern. My Mom and Dad would go to school and sit with whatever poor soul had me in class that year. The conversations would be pleasant for the most part, although my dad told me my 5th grade teacher’s assessment turned into a Bobby Knight tirade. My folks were always told, “Michael has so much potential, he just needs to realize he is in a classroom and not a comedy club.” I’d catch hell for about 25 to 30 minutes during the arraignment and have my sentence delivered – Grounded for 2 weeks, no TV. It was pretty standard.It wasn’t that I was a bad student; it...

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