There really is no purpose to this post. Just something that needed saying.
Me and school did not get along, which I have mentioned many times before. Oddly enough, I did not hate school because of a slew of bad experiences, though I didn’t have a lot of great experiences either. I began school in a bigger city (around 18,000 people) were I was quickly introduced to bullying. I still remember this one particular day when a kid threatened to beat me up if I took the bus home. So I waited around on the playground and cried until all the buses left, because I didn’t know what else to do. I was in kindergarten when that happened and very clueless to how life worked. (This probably is when I came to realize, that for the most part, people suck.)
Surprisingly, I was a sort of a gifted child. I say surprisingly because if you had seen my high school grades you wouldn’t think that about me. I wasn’t an eleven year old college student gifted, but I was smart for my age. I think Mom said at that time I was in the top 1% of our state for that age. The school system wanted to put me in advanced classes but my parents decided against it. My folks wanted me to be with kids my own age. I completely understand their decision and I don’t blame them one bit. If I was in the same situation, it would be a tough call for me to make. But unfortunately, I probably should have been placed in the advanced classes because I quickly grew bored of school. Watching the clock until 3:15 had become an art form for me. But there were many other issues as well.
First of all I didn’t click with the kids in my school so it probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I was a misfit. I was scrawny, had zero knowledge on how to play sports, was physically uncoordinated, had almost no tan, and overall just an odd person. (My grandfather use to tell everyone that I walked to the beat of my own drum.)
Secondly, my kindergarten or first grade teacher (I really don’t remember which) told my parents that she felt something was wrong with me. Her reasoning for this? Because I painted everything black. Really? Is that your professional opinion? Maybe you should just stick with teaching because I happen to like black. It has been my favorite color my entire life, even to this very day.
Thirdly, I don’t think I had any friends at this school. I can’t remember them if I did. In fact I don’t have any good memories from those first two years at school period. That tells me something right there, because I have plenty of good memories about being at home.
It wasn’t much later, sometime during the second grade, when we moved to a small country town. This town had a whopping population of 1,000. The school here was basically made up of all farm kids and it was bully free. Even better yet, I made three friends.
I will talk about this new school in part 2.