Bad time management skills is putting it lightly. Our kitchen every morning was pure chaos, like someone shouting about lost homework while the toast was literally on fire. I found my shoes in the freezer once. It was a total circus.

Absolutely. Now I just pretend I don't know myself.

Maybe the council saw my last bowl cut and decided the poles were false advertising... my barber used one of those old poles and let's just say I looked like a confused candy cane for a month. Honestly, the stripes on my shirt matched my hair better than my actual hairline. They might have a point about not standing out, at least in my case.