When School Bites You In the Arse

            I didn’t really start off school as the “cool kid”. I embarrassed myself on a daily basis, it felt like. After CDL, I started Kinder Garden at Crockett Elementary. I recall throwing up in front of the whole class. I even recall a half a piece of an eraser getting stuck in my throat (not remembering how it got there) and choking on it while heading to the nurse and when I got there I had already swallowed it... so let’s just say my Kinder Garden year didn’t go so well..

            First Grade was in-between terrible and amazing. I had become friends with these two girls, Jesse and Christina only to get stabbed in the back in the end. Christina was the Regina George of us three. She was such a *beep*. I hated her with a passion. I was bullied by them both and it seemed that every time I would try to tell someone what was going on, I was told I’d suffer consequences if I told anyone according to them two, specifically Regina, I mean Christina. It was really Christina who was more of the hater. She’d kick me, pull my hair, you know, all that girly drama bulltish.

            That same year, though, I met this boy who is now known as my childhood love which was the amazing part of my first grade year. His name was Elijah. He helped me a lot to get over or through all the girl drama. I met him through our sisters who were really good friends at the time. We all went to Crockett, they were in fifth grade and Elijah and I were in first grade. Not in the same class, unfortunately, but he did live a block away from me and we’d always go to each other’s houses and if he didn’t come over, he was always waiting for me outside my house with his scooter. I liked him so much. He was my first kiss and it wasn’t good to be honest… so I wouldn’t say I regret any of it. We were together for two and a half years until he moved. Of course, I was very sad about it, but he always has and always will be known as my childhood love.

            Second grade through fourth were really a vague memory. Nothing really interesting happened until my fifth grade year when I was actually popular. I became friends with these other two girls, Lilly and Jessi. It was like first grade all over again, except I had grown balls by that time. They put me through a lot that year. I remember how much them two would fight and I’d always be in the middle of things, and according to them, I had to pick a side every time that would happen. After a while of that happening, I had enough and I was just done with them so, I let both of them go. Out of the both of them, however, I hated Lilly the most since she put me through the worst. After a while, I ended up getting revenge on her and everything she put me through. I mean, you get what you give, right? She was scared of me ever since, but I was through with all their drama and did I just did my own thing. I even remember getting a couple referrals with Jessi because we ditched P.E. together. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I guess you can say they were bad influences on me. People would even look at me as the bad kid because I would hang with them. From fifth grade to seventh, I was a bad kid I didn’t have a care in the world with what was going on, but I only had a careless mentality because I had gone through the worst times, then. After my father passed away, I stopped caring about my school work and my grades, because I was still very depressed. I realized my eighth grade year that my dad wouldn’t like seeing me this way and that I should get my life together. So, I started taking the right path. Over the years, school has changed me from who I was to who I am now, but honestly, I’m happy with what and where I am, now.