It was my birthday and I turned five on a Friday August 27 1972 wat, party over here, you would think. But No my mom dropped me off and disappeared on me and left me with a room full of people I don't even know in a place called school....
My first pic I was scared of that big thing that kept on flashing at everyone and you want me to smile no...
A few months later the hamster died and I was blamed, I was afraid of that lil rat looking thing. I remember the day.
I was afraid to touch this little harry thing, and the day it died and they all told the teacher I did it. Lil fuckers, they big fuckers now...
I was so betrayed by my mom my dad and my grandparents for not telling me they weren't coming to school with me and we stay there all day Together and ride that big yellow bus home Together. I soon began to hate to see it coming down the road to my grandparents house to pick me up half dark outside and scary on that big cold bus.
I remember when my brother and cousins would get on the bus and I wanted to get on that big yellow bus and ride all day and go to this place called school and play, what a let down. I hated school up until I quit in the eighth grade. I had already been held back twice.
First time I was held back was in first grade, my cousin and I were in the same grade, she would tell people she didn't know me and would not even talk to me on the play ground. My mom went to the school but I was kept back anyways and then again in the fifth grade and it was embarrassing to be kept back and then more than once, what more was there to learn in that class, I didn't understand why I was kept back in math in the fifth grade, true I was bad at it and even worse at division but once I was done with the extra help to learn divisions I was good at it but I was held back anyways by ms reyonld's. A lot of them white teachers didn't really want to teach us anyways. I remember I was in her class and I was wearing a white button down sheer shirt and she walked to my desk or called me to hers and said you need to wear a bra. It was humiliating because the boy next to me RD, started telling me I need to put on a bra. He was held back that year too, ha ha.
We moved to Covington before I started my next fifth grade year and my mom started me in the seventh grade we lived in Covington for less than a school year for me because we moved back to Monticello and my mom put me in the seventh grade my right grade and I went from there. What was I gonna say hell nawl, I was glad I was in my right grade.
I don't remember what class I was in but a boy in class I didn't even know, I didn't really know anyone because I had been held back moved away and come back in my right grade they were all strange to me except my cousin and she still wouldn't own me it was hurtful, I still don't why she act as if she didn't know me when we were at school.I wanted to be a part of her circle of friends but they want let me in.
Not sure the day of the week, but a boy in class pointed at me and said she not supposed to be in this grade she was kept back and the other boy asked who and he said Carol and pointed at me again and my face began to get hot and they all started laughing and he said how you know and Imma say his name was Ollie maybe, said Faye said so and later that day I was called into the office where Mr Thompson was to take me back to the sixth grade. I didn't know what to expect but I was scared all the way back to
Washington Park school.
I was so disappointed with everything and everyone. I was moved up to the sixth grade before the end of the school year and then I passed to the seventh the next year so I was one year behind but I still quit school in the eighth grade anyways, I hated school.
My first pic I was scared of that big thing that kept on flashing at everyone and you want me to smile no...
A few months later the hamster died and I was blamed, I was afraid of that lil rat looking thing. I remember the day.
I was afraid to touch this little harry thing, and the day it died and they all told the teacher I did it. Lil fuckers, they big fuckers now...
I was so betrayed by my mom my dad and my grandparents for not telling me they weren't coming to school with me and we stay there all day Together and ride that big yellow bus home Together. I soon began to hate to see it coming down the road to my grandparents house to pick me up half dark outside and scary on that big cold bus.
I remember when my brother and cousins would get on the bus and I wanted to get on that big yellow bus and ride all day and go to this place called school and play, what a let down. I hated school up until I quit in the eighth grade. I had already been held back twice.
First time I was held back was in first grade, my cousin and I were in the same grade, she would tell people she didn't know me and would not even talk to me on the play ground. My mom went to the school but I was kept back anyways and then again in the fifth grade and it was embarrassing to be kept back and then more than once, what more was there to learn in that class, I didn't understand why I was kept back in math in the fifth grade, true I was bad at it and even worse at division but once I was done with the extra help to learn divisions I was good at it but I was held back anyways by ms reyonld's. A lot of them white teachers didn't really want to teach us anyways. I remember I was in her class and I was wearing a white button down sheer shirt and she walked to my desk or called me to hers and said you need to wear a bra. It was humiliating because the boy next to me RD, started telling me I need to put on a bra. He was held back that year too, ha ha.
We moved to Covington before I started my next fifth grade year and my mom started me in the seventh grade we lived in Covington for less than a school year for me because we moved back to Monticello and my mom put me in the seventh grade my right grade and I went from there. What was I gonna say hell nawl, I was glad I was in my right grade.
I don't remember what class I was in but a boy in class I didn't even know, I didn't really know anyone because I had been held back moved away and come back in my right grade they were all strange to me except my cousin and she still wouldn't own me it was hurtful, I still don't why she act as if she didn't know me when we were at school.I wanted to be a part of her circle of friends but they want let me in.
Not sure the day of the week, but a boy in class pointed at me and said she not supposed to be in this grade she was kept back and the other boy asked who and he said Carol and pointed at me again and my face began to get hot and they all started laughing and he said how you know and Imma say his name was Ollie maybe, said Faye said so and later that day I was called into the office where Mr Thompson was to take me back to the sixth grade. I didn't know what to expect but I was scared all the way back to
Washington Park school.
I was so disappointed with everything and everyone. I was moved up to the sixth grade before the end of the school year and then I passed to the seventh the next year so I was one year behind but I still quit school in the eighth grade anyways, I hated school.
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