Self-indulgent anecdote #223

In Year 6, we got to make screen printed t-shirts by designing our own stencil template to be printed on to a white t-shirt.  All the other girls had hearts and stars and smiley faces and  yin-yang symbols.  I made a stencil of my teacher in a plane about to crash into an ocean full of sharks.  Nobody got what it was, or that it was my teacher in that plane, but I wore it knowing exactly what it meant.

Unfortunately, during my drunken adolescence, I tried to turn it into a halter-neck and completely butchered it, so that I have it somewhere but can’t really wear it, but I’ll try to recreate its awesomeness to demonstrate the power and extent of my own awesomeness:

See? I am awesome.  There.  I proved it.  Everyone can stop being a douchetard to me now because I was homicidal in primary school, and that clearly shows that I’m not to be fucked with.