| When I was in 1st and 2nd grade I was mean This is another try at writing (true story) let me know how you think it goes
When I was younger I was (kind of) held back a year (I went to kindergarten, first grade, pre-first, then first grade), I gather it was because I was immature and I truly didn't try very hard in school at that age.
When I graduated (barely?) from kindergarten I went to a different elementary school for first grade. In addition I went into first grade about one or two months later because my Dad did not feel school was very important.
(I lived in a trailer park btw, and before that I lived in a really bad trailer park in the worst neighbourhood around... of course I didn't realize this at the time).
Because I never had very many friends growing up I had a hard time relating to other kids and did some very stupid things. I really wanted to have a friend at school. I just moved and I was in a different area and nobody from my old trailer park where I used to live went to the new elementary school. I found no matter what I did I could not get one. I do remember noticing some other losers who would pick on other kids and they got noticed a lot. People seemed to respect them and they had some friends who followed them around.
These other kids also picked on other kids, so I walked up to them and asked them for a fight. For some strange reason I had several fights with different kids and I was very good at it, I managed to thrash them. I then ended up with a friend (kind of I guess). Then another one, pretty soon I had several friends.
anyway one day I was looking around and there was Tyson he was a pretty tough kid too, but he was in kindergarten (and I was in 1st grade at the time). Anyway I asked him for a fight, and he said sure, so we walked away to get as far away from the duties as possible. And the next thing I remember is bowled over in the most atrocious pain ever. Tyson had punched me in the stomach, oh it hurt, I could hardly breath. I could not believe that Tyson could hit and hurt me so badly. After that I realized much more clearly that causing damage to others was not good.
In the future after that I avoided confrontation as much as possible and attempted to be nice. Not too long after that I had my best friend Bran Polard and we would hang out and he was my best friend until fifth grade and we went to different schools.
Choking and coughing and wanting to puke my guts out on the playground (as well as trying to get some oxygen) was a life changing event for me and I believe changed my life for the better (or maybe worse... you decide). 11:06 PM - 6 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove |
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