Young Me 3

1998 was a tumultuous time of tween angst culminated from a sudden move clear across the globe to a new school in a new country (USA), an immense growth spurt that shot me up from a dogged history of being the teeniest kid in class to one of the tallest, and a crazy wild-haired old coot of an eighth grade science teacher that never turned the lights on and in the dark detailed daily different scenarios of how the demise of human kind will surely occur with aid of transparencies and sometimes creepy and terrifying movies that would rob us of our appetites for weeks. With his face hovering over the transparency machine as the only light source in the room, he whispered with frightening shadows cast over his old wrinkly face that the sun would grow several thousand times its size and swallow us up, but not before detailing what the heat would do to each of us, and also gave us the impression that none of this was just theory but stone cold FACT, and that it would happen not in a billion trillion years, but TOMORROW.