Stitches.

I eluded to the night these pics were taken in a previous post. Here they are. Man this was an insane night in my life. I didn't know what was going on. First year of Community College (ahahah?) I got stitches for putting some dudes head through the glass of a Subaru Legacy (my mom used to own a Subaru Legacy coincidentally) and I had to go to the hospital to get more than 50 stitches. 

It's funny how I chastized my Geometry teacher, Mrs. Sweet, because she said it wasn't the University you went to but what you learned. She was right.....and wrong. I think that a degree from Stanford means more than a degree from Cal State Los Angeles (in this society and to a prospective employer), but she's right because you can't measure what a student gets out of the institution they attend. It's totally up to the student. Man my high school was dope. I think I've always appreciated my high school because I believed that we had great teachers, but it's funny that in my growth I appreciate teachers that I would have never thought I would.

You can force close wounds by stitching but they don't always heal and you're never the same after.

They look a little better.