Miss Kendall, why you got holes all over your face?

I substituted at school today. I had 4th and 5th grade until 2pm, and 7th grade until 3:13. I always dread middle school. That's just such an awkward phase for anyone. I hated middle school when I was a kid. It was the worst! I was chunky, I couldn't see well; and worst of all, I had horrible acne! A pound of Acutane, a year of basketball, a couple of contacts, and a few years later, I was all better, leaving my middle school days behind and looking forward to what was ahead. But, I have a few souvenirs from those days that I'll carry around forever. Those being the scars all over my face. Really, I completely forgot about them. They just became something I lived with. They aren't that bad. Or so I thought until a seventh grader looked up at me and said, "Miss Kendall, why you got holes all over your face?" I turned a bright red I think. I just made a joke about it, and the kids around the room yelled at him for being so rude. I should probably always be conscious of the scars since I have been asked that question over a dozen times. Sometimes, the scars are referred to as "holes," sometimes as "dimples," sometimes as "scars," and sometimes as "marks;" but, no matter how they ask, it always makes me feel ugly and I am always too baffled to really answer. I'm better now though. Nothing my sweet fiance couldn't fix. Anyway, that's my snipit for the day. Peace.