Apologies #2.
For my second public apology directed at someone I am unable to speak to (thus I cannot apologize to), is again, someone from elementary school. Apology #1 (and why I'm apologizing) can be found here!
I would like to apologize to Yvon. She was a girl that lived a block away from where I lived (at my grandmother's house). She wasn't in my class, but her mother and my mother knew each other... so... we knew each other! And we walked home together every now and then. We were in the same grade. She had a little sister named Yvette. Yvette might have been in my sister's class.
Anyway, now to my sin against her. It was either the 3rd, 4th, or 4th grade. It was picture day. I haven't the slightest clue as to why, and to this day, I hate my mother for it, but my mother has no idea how to make little girl hair styles. On that day, she straightened my hair and decided to give me a hairstyle that looks kinda like this: the blonde girl in this picture.
Now imagine that hairstyle on an 8~10 year old girl.
It's alright, I'll give you a minute or two to recover from your hysterical laughter.
...
So I went to school with that frigging hairstyle. *I* knew it looked bad, even at age 8~10! Why the eff couldn't I have some nice barrettes and hair bobbles and stuff like all the other frigging little girls in my class?! So needless to say, I arrived at school pissed off right off the bat and fully expected to be teased. As if I wasn't bothered enough by other people at school. TO THIS DAY, I HATE MY MOTHER FOR THIS. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HER FOR THIS.
I was a good student, although made fun of behind my back (it was like this for middle and high school too). The teacher needed something delivered to another teacher, so she felt possessed to pick me to go walk to the other teacher's classroom and give it to her. This other classroom happened to be Yvon's class. I went to her class and the second I walked through the door, the kids in this class started laughing at me. The teacher told them to hush.
Oh, I didn't cry, I wouldn't cry over something like that. There's only been 2 instances in my life where I ever cried at school - once in the first grade when this kid threw away my coloring of a cut-out paper Native American girl because I had forgotten to put my name on it, and once in the 10th or 11th grade when this motherhumper lowlife obviously in an unhappy sexless marriage school dean (you can tell the animosity I hold for this man) saw me reading in the hallway before classes started and thought "Oh, she's just skipping class or is late or something THERE'S NO WAY SHE COULD JUST BE AN HOUR EARLY FOR SCHOOL AND KILLING TIME BY READING A BOOK!" and started yelling at me and accused me of being a bad student who always arrives late (on the contrary, I always got there 30mins to an hour early). That fat, big head, pig resembling, probably stuck in a minimum wage office job, suffering from erectile dysfunction with Viagra not even helping him with his wife running off to marry a young millionaire if he was even married in the first place this stupid guy is probably on life support in some run down hospital because he ate too many twinkies and he's about to explode. And would I give a flying eff if this was all true? Not one bit! I think I blogged about this when it happened! (Dang, this LJ is kinda old.)
So yeah, Yvon's whole class laughed at me when I came in the room. It's bad enough my own class would laugh at me, but now I've got kids I don't even know laughing at me. So when school was over, Yvon and I walked home. And instead of pretending that the whole thing never happened, the girl decided to bring it up like I wasn't aware and said something like, "You know, when you came into the room, everybody was laughing at you." And I snapped at her, saying, "Don't you think I know that?!"
Not much more was said the rest of the way home.
Although she shouldn't have brought it up, I really shouldn't have snapped at her like that. I realized I was wrong for that later that night, and felt slightly guilty. So, I'm very sorry for snapping at you, Yvon. I hope that you and your younger sister are doing well in life, wherever you may be!
I would like to apologize to Yvon. She was a girl that lived a block away from where I lived (at my grandmother's house). She wasn't in my class, but her mother and my mother knew each other... so... we knew each other! And we walked home together every now and then. We were in the same grade. She had a little sister named Yvette. Yvette might have been in my sister's class.
Anyway, now to my sin against her. It was either the 3rd, 4th, or 4th grade. It was picture day. I haven't the slightest clue as to why, and to this day, I hate my mother for it, but my mother has no idea how to make little girl hair styles. On that day, she straightened my hair and decided to give me a hairstyle that looks kinda like this: the blonde girl in this picture.
Now imagine that hairstyle on an 8~10 year old girl.
It's alright, I'll give you a minute or two to recover from your hysterical laughter.
...
So I went to school with that frigging hairstyle. *I* knew it looked bad, even at age 8~10! Why the eff couldn't I have some nice barrettes and hair bobbles and stuff like all the other frigging little girls in my class?! So needless to say, I arrived at school pissed off right off the bat and fully expected to be teased. As if I wasn't bothered enough by other people at school. TO THIS DAY, I HATE MY MOTHER FOR THIS. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HER FOR THIS.
I was a good student, although made fun of behind my back (it was like this for middle and high school too). The teacher needed something delivered to another teacher, so she felt possessed to pick me to go walk to the other teacher's classroom and give it to her. This other classroom happened to be Yvon's class. I went to her class and the second I walked through the door, the kids in this class started laughing at me. The teacher told them to hush.
Oh, I didn't cry, I wouldn't cry over something like that. There's only been 2 instances in my life where I ever cried at school - once in the first grade when this kid threw away my coloring of a cut-out paper Native American girl because I had forgotten to put my name on it, and once in the 10th or 11th grade when this motherhumper lowlife obviously in an unhappy sexless marriage school dean (you can tell the animosity I hold for this man) saw me reading in the hallway before classes started and thought "Oh, she's just skipping class or is late or something THERE'S NO WAY SHE COULD JUST BE AN HOUR EARLY FOR SCHOOL AND KILLING TIME BY READING A BOOK!" and started yelling at me and accused me of being a bad student who always arrives late (on the contrary, I always got there 30mins to an hour early). That fat, big head, pig resembling, probably stuck in a minimum wage office job, suffering from erectile dysfunction with Viagra not even helping him with his wife running off to marry a young millionaire if he was even married in the first place this stupid guy is probably on life support in some run down hospital because he ate too many twinkies and he's about to explode. And would I give a flying eff if this was all true? Not one bit! I think I blogged about this when it happened! (Dang, this LJ is kinda old.)
So yeah, Yvon's whole class laughed at me when I came in the room. It's bad enough my own class would laugh at me, but now I've got kids I don't even know laughing at me. So when school was over, Yvon and I walked home. And instead of pretending that the whole thing never happened, the girl decided to bring it up like I wasn't aware and said something like, "You know, when you came into the room, everybody was laughing at you." And I snapped at her, saying, "Don't you think I know that?!"
Not much more was said the rest of the way home.
Although she shouldn't have brought it up, I really shouldn't have snapped at her like that. I realized I was wrong for that later that night, and felt slightly guilty. So, I'm very sorry for snapping at you, Yvon. I hope that you and your younger sister are doing well in life, wherever you may be!