i've always admired the messy, genius-type kids. their backpacks were always a disaster but somewhere in the abyss of wrinkled papers, books and pencils was an A+ paper. "o what's due?... uh... here it is." A+. i even thought the organized kids were all dumb. they were just trying to make up for their lack of brains by keeping a planner and writing neatly on crisp, white paper.

sometimes i pretended to be the former. it never turned out so well for me. i just ended up kind of messy.