So you have come at last to incline your ear to the words of the Mastermind of this site of inconceivable bliss and coolness. You have been wise in comming and I shall not disappoint you, for the words of Mike Tussey are indeed that of the minor god of gaming. As you already know, I'm Michael and I'm sixteen years old. I, unfortunatly, usually reside at the accursed dungeon more commonly known as school. I enjoy progamming with various languages, jamming on my skateboard, and most of all, of course, playing my Playstation, or as I like to call it, celestial bliss in a box.

Dispite the fact that my sole purpose in life seems to be attend the detestable hell-hole called "school", I must say that my life is pretty good. Besides massive ammounts of homework, I basically have everything I could ask for. I spend most of the money I earn laboring, like a serf in feudal Europe, on games and other ultra-cool stuff. But school seems to always to be trying to turn my life from cool and laid back into one that Satan would be hesitant to accept.

You hear me constantly bashing school and you're probably wondering why. Well, your question is about to be answered. School has been nothing but a source of grief to me since 7th grade. Up till 7th grade, school had been a ride in the park; do your homework, get an "A", don't do your homework, get an "A". It seemed no matter what you did, as long as the teacher liked you, you'd get an "A" in the class. In 7th grade, either my luck ran out and the teachers stopped liking me, or more realistically, I just really got sick of doing so much damn work in school and basically stopped doing it. Luckily, I'm pretty smart, being in the seminar and advanced classes and whatnot, so even without doing the work, I could still do OK on the tests, but still never got much higher than "B"'s or a "C"'s on the report cards. As most kids do, I dreaded the days that my report card would come in the mail and would basically live in constant fear, for I knew when it would come I would get a long talk about grades from my parents, which, I assure you, was not the funnest thing in the world. That all started when I was eleven years old and in 7th grade. That was about four or five years ago. But four years later, I'm still still living in that same sort of fear, even though I've raised my grades in most of my classes dramatically. There are still some classes which I just don't even want to know what I'm getting in there. Like recently in history, I turned in an assignment, but my teacher claims I never turned it in and that "he's not in the habit of losing things". So I had to do the entire assignment over for half credit. Damn that bastard.

So, life is good except for school. That's all I have to say about myself.