Apology to the Little Match Boy

My Apology to the Little Match Boy

Someone I think highly of suggested I atone for past transgressions. The following admission is my first attempt. Be gentle, I'm not great at apologies.

Back in high school I had a certain group of friends. Ok so we were probably rather nerdy (thanks Carey, I'd remembered something a little more socially acceptable, however I fear nerdy would be most correct.) So all my classes I saw the same group of people on the same graduation plan as myself. One of the classes we had to take to fulfill requirements of our plan was Computer Math. Now Computer Math was usually reserved for upper classmen, however one boy in particular, a freshman named Joseph, managed to ingratiate himself into our ranks.
Being upper classmen afforded us the opportunity to pick on those younger than ourselves. Joseph received the moniker "Little Match Boy" when I casually mentioned that he might possibly could have been maybe the person who had been setting fires in the boys' restrooms. Despite being falsely accused by me, he was actually the reason I passed Computer Math. Sorry, Mr. Wag, it was all Joseph. To this day I still have no clue what the hell I'm doing on the computer.

So ok, my conscience is getting the better of me. I admit to the following: Yes it was my idea to change the settings on the aviation programs in the class from a fair sunny day, to a hurricane force storm at night. I also take the blame for coming up with the idea of changing all the icons on the computers to their rightful spam names. Hello Spammy McDonald! (sorry Sammy, that was me too). Mr. Wag I must confess though, when you took your leave of absence and we were stuck with that straight laced white guy, what was his name? The one we gave all that hell to, Joseph should be exonerated, despite our constant berating of him not to help us, he did NOT in fact help to create the "If/Then" counselling program.....That was all Carey's idea. I just wish I had the courage of my convictions to stand up to her and tell her it was a waste of our time. (yeah right)

Joseph wherever you are, I hope you're not setting fires somewhere in the bathroom. Just know that to this day, I still don't know how to do jack on the computer, and I blame you for always doing it for me.

My heartfelt apologies Little Match Boy. Sorry for picking on a freshman, it couldn't have been easy on you being around us bad influences, you can now cross me off that Billy Madison hitlist you've been carrying around for ten years.

S