Youngines
Reading Chris's last post got me thinking. So I'm going to be honest with the world (at least the lj world) and myself and write a long rant about my younger life, what I also like to think of my past life. As goofy as that sounds, I really am a different person from what I once was. So take a trip to the past ... OOOOOooooooooooo
My life began in Brooklyn! Woooo! I loved it. I'd take walks to my grandparents and this older man that lived on the corner would grow fantastic flowers. He'd give us a flower everytime we passed his garden during the spring and summer. The playgrounds were fun. I had my first kiss when I was two because a boy stole my pail and another one beat him up and got it back for me. I loved pre-school. I had my first crush on Jamal...i still remember his name...my first true blue friend Ashley. We moved to Cold Spring when I was 4. I went into pre-school and had my first run with spoiled bitches. Sound good? Think, one of their parents called me to ask what my parents did for a living and where i lived.
Kindergarden....little bratettes. it sucked. I'd be the person that everyone invited to their parties because they're parents told them to, and then be ignored. I spent recess on the curb watching people play kickball and hopscotch. People ignored me or teased me. My kindergarden teacher yelled at me for pointing because i was telling some one that a boy was making fun of me and calling me names. Then she yelled at me for being a tattletale. Way to boost my morale.
3rd grade. The teacher kept placing me in the advanced spelling and lower math..although i did better in math than spelling.
btw...parents = money trouble between 1st throguh 5th. yeah it sucked. They decided to open up their own bookstore in town. To bad no one went including friends.
5th grade. Best year. Isler you rocked my world. It was nice being in a class with the trouble makers and fun people instead of the people that looked at what grade you got.
6. All my friends got art and music helpers. I wanted to, but i thought that the teacher asked you..i didn't know you had to ask yourself. I did music helpers even though I hated Ms Petterson just so i didn't have to deal with the girls on the playground. They told me That I couldn't play with them. Mel, u were the highlight of this year and junior high
jr high. French sucked. The teacher liked me because i was the only student that didn't tell she sucked, was racist, was a bitch, threw stuff at her....and the only student that studied for the course and took it seriously. So....everyone blamed me for everything. tg she didn't believe them. Diana teachers pet. Diana is a loser. Suck up. DIana did it. Only when I lost it and told them to fuck off in class did they back off....also when a kid slamed my head with his binder and i called him a fucking son of a bitch..more like screamed it in the cafeteria. A girl told a friend that she could be popular if she tried and I replied whats so great about that. And she told me i was jealous. My response -> Yeah, right. i'm jealous of little bitches that live their life putting down everyone else and their prime is in high school.
high school. the highlight of my pre-college career. Met Sarah, Michelle, Lindsey. Endless fun. Cept in class. At least the AP courses got rid of the assholes. But even in those, the people in the classes with me ignored me until it was time to get help or answers. no one wanted to invite me to their parties or what not. And valentines day. A friend bought everyone carnations at the international club sale, and gave me mine. When I thanked her i overheard guys saying of course they aren't from a boy. I have to admit...as much as I hate too...I felt really good everytime someone asked me my college plans senior year. it felt like fucking payback. I was happy...its so nice to go somewhere where people appericate brains.
All school taught me was that people don't like it when you're smarter than them and that to survive you just have to keep going and keep stuff inside until you can escape.
SOrry for the rant. I know everyone's had crappy experences and ones worse than mine. but...i just never told anyone anything before. I was the person that people went to for help.
Go college! It's even better than I thought it would be.
And to my home friends, thank you for being the light at the end of the day.