bad memories pt.1
I've been allergic to homework for as long as I can remember. I've been a crappy student for even longer. Remember parent/teacher conferences? That shit was the worst. I'm telling you what, it was a good thing that my parents didn't own a gun while I was in school. I wanted to be an honor student, to make myself and my parents proud, but most of the time that just didn't happen. Most of the time I was lucky that I wasn't failing every single subject. I know it's kind of lame that I'm still thinking of this now, but I can't help it. Feeling helpless and lame and retarded in class was pretty normal for me. Watching everybody else get good grades, watching them being able to sit in class in peace made me jealous with envy and sick at heart. Most of the time, if I was lucky, I could make it through the whole class period without being made to feel like I wasn't a complete idiot.
Have you been forced to sit next to someone who hated you? That was pretty the case for me at least once a year. The worst was in the 10th grade when I had to sit next to this delinquent asshole who, every time he had to move past me said as loud as he could, "Move it, fatass!". There was another time when he got in trouble for something, I don't remember what, but he got pissed off and said, "That's because I have to sit in between the two class retards!" Of course, the whole class laughed and when someone asked what he was talking about, people pointed at me and a another girl. So you know what if feels like when someone humiliates you like that? It feels like acid is pouring down your insides. It is all you can do to not cry and make things worse for yourself. Shit like this basically went for the rest of the year. As for my teacher? Well, personally I liked him but there was only so much he could do. It just gets to the point where you can't really tattle to your teachers anymore.
Another humiliation supreme moment came again in the dreaded drama class. A little backstory: there was an antidrug afterschool group that supposedly looked really food on your high school transcripts. They had planned with the local police department to arrange a fake marijuana bust.
to be continued...
Have you been forced to sit next to someone who hated you? That was pretty the case for me at least once a year. The worst was in the 10th grade when I had to sit next to this delinquent asshole who, every time he had to move past me said as loud as he could, "Move it, fatass!". There was another time when he got in trouble for something, I don't remember what, but he got pissed off and said, "That's because I have to sit in between the two class retards!" Of course, the whole class laughed and when someone asked what he was talking about, people pointed at me and a another girl. So you know what if feels like when someone humiliates you like that? It feels like acid is pouring down your insides. It is all you can do to not cry and make things worse for yourself. Shit like this basically went for the rest of the year. As for my teacher? Well, personally I liked him but there was only so much he could do. It just gets to the point where you can't really tattle to your teachers anymore.
Another humiliation supreme moment came again in the dreaded drama class. A little backstory: there was an antidrug afterschool group that supposedly looked really food on your high school transcripts. They had planned with the local police department to arrange a fake marijuana bust.
to be continued...