 I used to march down the windy, windy sidewalk, slapping my leg with the rioting crop, thinking it made me come off so tough. I didn't smile because a smile always seemed rehearsed. I wasn't afraid of the bullies, and that just made the bullies worse. In class, I'd pass the time, drawing a slash for every time the second hand went by. A group of five down 12 times was a minute, but... Jamaica said I had potential. Jamaica said I had potential.