I remember that boredom the same way I remember a traumatic memory. It almost induces physical pain, my mind rejects the idea of it so firmly that I have a phys

I remember that boredom the same way I remember a traumatic memory. It almost induces physical pain, my mind rejects the idea of it so firmly that I have a physical reaction. I found elementary and middle school particularly hard. I was always writhing inside, craving being anywhere else, daydreaming, drawing, anything but what I was expected to do. I must have lived a thousand imaginary lives inside those schools.