Destruction of my brain: the beginning

Right from the start let me say I never cared for school that much. There's just something about sitting there trying to absorb the subject of the day that short circuits my brain. I have a problem with concentrating on the correct things. By the end of high school I had doodles of several hundred small cars all over the inside covers of my notebooks, all around the margins of every page, and anywhere else I could squeeze in just one more car of the future. The major problem I had with education, however, involved females. All kinds of females. The ones I really didn't care for apparently adored me with a passion because they were always begging me to do things with them (and TO them). The ones I liked totally destroyed the remaining brain cells in my head. It's a wonder I ever made it through. They took up all my time. I often said I could write what I learned in school on the head of a pin with a magic marker. Later, as things became more passionate I found myself paralyzed from the neck up but at the time it felt like the right thing to do. So, readers, that is partly why I became a lowly factory worker instead of a brain surgeon. Look at the lives I have saved!