Lets talk High School

Oh boy here we go…..

My school years was pretty usual for a high school kid. I wasn’t popular or had a lot of friends. But thing I was, was a class clown. I pretty much made most people laugh. My seventh grade year I had a difficult time making a lot of “popular” friends because of two reasons. 1 I’m black and 2 I’m shy….now people wouldn’t think so. But not only was I shy I looked like a bum. As a kid if you didn’t have new clothes or new shoes for school other kids look at you as if you are poor. My brothers and I got that look pretty much all the time. I remember I was in the 7th grade and I was in the gym, playing basketball. I was playing with this kid and I went up for a rebound and so did he. I was out weighed by at least 75lbs and he landed on top of me. Yeah….it didn’t feel good. I ended up fracturing my hip and I lay there on the gym floor in pain and shedding tears. Now most kids you would think, at least come over and see if you’re ok or see if you need help……not exactly.

As I lay there all I could hear was kids laughing at me and high fiving the kid that landed on me as if he accomplished a major defeat. Needless to say the EMT’s came and they removed my sneakers from my feet. My socks for lack of a better term were hard as concreter and black as tar. The look the lady gave me was unforgettable I couldn’t erase that look if I could. “I’m sorry” I told her. “It’s not your fault” she said to me. I couldn’t help but be embarrassed as they removed the other shoe. I’m not going to even talk about the smell….yeah it’s the kind of smell that would make you want to slap the shit out of somebody. But anyway, they took me to the hospital and they said you have a fractured hip. So they told me they were going to call my parents and they’ll go from there. The one emt lady that came to the school came and sat with me until one of my parents arrived. “Are you poor?” she asked me. I said “no I don’t think so.” before I could get another word our she handed me a brand new pair of socks. “No kid should go to school with those kind of clothes on”. And of course I shed another tear “thank you ma’am.” and she slowly put the socks on my feet and left the other one next to me until after the X-RAY.

So, in comes my step mother and asks the doctor what happened. I’m laying there and then she starts yelling at me as if I did something wrong.” I have no business leaving work to come get you from school.” I’m sitting there looking like what fuck did I do. I guess it’s safe to say I really didn’t like her to begin with. I never liked her ever since my dad married her and the only reason why I called her my mother was because my asked us to. I wanted my dad to like me and be proud of me so I did.

So anyway back to the story, I was grounded when she brought me home. Like I said she felt like she shouldn’t have left work to come get me. The next day when I went to school, the only person that would help me out was my best friends{whose names I won’t mention} never the less it was only 3 of them, that would help me. The one kid that did this to me did apologize only because his mother made him. So I was crutching for awhile until my hip got better. After that I was pretty much back to normal I joined the basketball team. I wasn’t a starter on the team I sat on the bench until they needed me to play, and most games I didn’t get to play…ask me why? HAHAHAHA yeah anyway…..I wasn’t the best player on the team but I wasn’t the worst either. So as a scrawny little kid that didn’t play much what would have done?…..yup, I joined another sport.  And now I’m on the track team. I think that was the best thing I could’ve done. I enjoyed running and jumping and I made a lot of friends doing track. I set some school records and as I know right now they haven’t been broken, 5 records to be exact. Besides running track, I wasn’t the smartest kid in my class but I was average. The main thing I was good for was getting into trouble. Sometimes I would do my homework wrong just to get a reaction out of my teacher. then I would lie and say I didn’t understand the homework and they would give me a passing grade for acting stupid lmao…..yeah I was good for that hell I still am. But most of my troubles didn’t happen at school….they happened at home because at home is where I was troubled….

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One comment

  1. amber · August 26, 2015

    That bastard!!!

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