I accept the fact that I had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was I did wrong. But, I think you're crazy to make me write an essay telling you who I think I think I am. You see me as you want to see me: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what I found out is that I am:
A brain . . .
And an athlete . . .
And a basket case . . .
A princess . . .
And a criminal.
Does that answer your question?
Yeah, I stole that from The Breakfast Club.