On Confessions and Apologies
I have done a fair few things in my life that I regret, the worst of which is something that I will, unfortunately, never be able to apologize for.
While in Grade 7, (and, so, by no means ‘just a young lad’), my best friend and I wreaked serious damage on our teacher’s motorcycle by pouring a cup of sugar down the gas tank. This was planned and deliberately meant to injure the teacher’s most prized possession. Our justification had been that our teacher had failed to give us the marks we deserved, and what was more, he routinely…