Cramming for My Last Performance Review…Ever

  When I was eleven, I decorated the landscape with my slogan, BANKSY style. I wrote it on rocks, tattooed it on my hand, squeaky chalked it on a chalkboard, wrote it with my finger in the sand at the beach, and in the sky with a pretend pen. I entered teenagehood inked in a… Continue reading Cramming for My Last Performance Review…Ever