I love how when I think, "Ah, I wish I could go back to easier times, like 8th grade OWL or 9th grade English or sophomore COA..." my prior selves rear up and exclaim, "Excuse me! These were NOT easier times, they were equally painful, get over yourself! At least you can WALK, woman! Take what you can get and stop your petty nostalgic thoughts, they weren't easier times then and they don't make your time easier now!"
Yes. I get owned by my Selves. Starting at, like, age 7. (Although she's admittedly more pleasant, she just sort of looks up at me with big sad eyes and asks that she please not be given any more shots, thank you.)