Boxes from the Clinton years

Instead of eating dinner tonight at my parents house, I went into the work-garage attic to look through old boxes for a specific essay i wrote around 7th gradeish. I hoped it would be relatively easy to find in the piles of paper but instead, I found a bunch of useless science and math crap, a poem I wrote about a cowpoke who goes crazy on the range and murders all the cows one night, and a N.U.T. (No Uniform Today) card that i never used cuz i was MUCH more comfortable in my Catholic school dress shirt and pants than any of the K-Mart shit my mom dressed me in.