To All The Michaels I Have Ever Known

*EDITED, REVISED, AND COMPLETED 08/22*

Let me just lay this out for you really quick:

1. Freshman year of high school there was a Michael. He was tall, like 6'8, and once he decided to not be a dick, he was really sweet.

2. You. Obviously. That was senior year. More to be said about you later.

3. When I started working, I met a 27-year-old Michal. Yeah, he's the one without the "E". He was old. I was a minor. You get the idea. Or lack of one. He was very broken.

4. There is hot-guy Michael in my English 101 class. He seems quiet. Like the type that will just sit in a corner until he is with his friends and then he will burst out of his shell.

5. Last and definitely least, annoying guy Michael from the psych 101 class. He doesn't do shit.

5 ½. I believe that I should also address Samuel, the most popular and hottest guy in school. You
remember him? Well his middle name was Michael.

Make sense? I told you that there were a lot. And I have only been alive 17 years and 9 months. I think that somewhere along the line, you have been all of these people. I know that sounds weird, so just bear with me for a moment. Back when I was in high school, I don't think you really knew who you were, but who really does in high school?