So I'll start off describing myself. I'm 29 years old, 5'7, 185 pounds, balding, and wears glasses. I'll explain going grade by grade.
BIRTH TO KINDERGARTEN : Obviously not much is remembered early on. I do have two older brothers that are ten and twelve years older than me. After reading that try and convince me I wasn't an accident. I hardly seen them because they were in school and immediately moved out when they graduated high school. Probably around age 3-4 was my first experience of my dad beating my mom. He was throwing chairs around and punching my mom as I was watching Dora the Explorer.
KINDERGARTEN : I remember my first day of school I wore a Hot wheels shirt. I was also sick and I told the bus driver that as soon as I got on lol. My first experience of bullying and thankfully the only time it was physical was on the bus home we had to sit three in a seat. I sat by the window and these two kids took turns bashing my head off the window. Another time this kid had a painting of a dalmatian but it was still wet. He put it on my face and got paint all over me. I spent the whole ride home rubbing it off and I gave my self a rub burn. I would also cry a lot in school.
FIRST GRADE : Nothing really happened but I would cry a lot more because I wanted to go home.
SECOND GRADE : Again nothing really bad but still cried a lot.
THIRD GRADE : Some funny stuff. This black kid sat by me and one day I think he didn't have clean clothes to wear so he wore his little sister's clothes. He wore a pink shirt that showed his belly button
. Another time I went to the bathroom but got lost. I had like two teachers trying to find out my classroom lol. I had a habit of not telling my mom anything and I think this is the grade I didn't tell her about picture day. I wore a bright yellow SpongeBob shirt that day lol. One day at home my dad threw my Backpack full of books and my lunch at my mom. My drink burst and ruined my homework and notebooks. During summer break I was spending the weekend at one of my brothers house and apparently my dad lit all my mom's clothes on fire in the living room. Thankfully I didn't witness that. My homeroom teacher had a Harry Potter club and all of us were allowed to join. Only a certain amount of people were allowed at the beginning. I wasn't one of them so I had to wait until someone got kicked out for grades or bad behavior. It was fun once I got in.
FOURTH GRADE : My teachers were assholes always yelling at us. The bullying picked up a little bit but nothing bad. I was in a "pink group" which was where the smarter kids went but eventually got moved to "green group" because my grades were going down. One day at home my dad grabbed my mom by her hair and took scissors and started cutting her hair and hitting her on the head with them. I learned how to ride a bicycle thanks to my neighbor.
FIFTH GRADE : This, this is where my life did a complete 180. We moved out of a neighborhood to a rural area where I had to go to a new school and nobody lived around us. At my old house I was able to ride my bicycle to someone's house. So temporary we were living at one of my brothers house as we were looking for a new house. The school that I went to for a few months was literally like a prison. Treated like shit by the teachers, had to wear a strict dress code, and all the other kids were straight pieces of shit. The bullying was bad and I had to sit by myself at lunch.
Eventually we bought a house and moved to another school. It wasn't much better. Kids were starting to date, bullying continued, and had to sit and work by myself. Summer breaks from here on will consist of me sitting in my bedroom for 3 months because my parents worked and I had no way of getting anywhere.
SIXTH GRADE : Made some friends but still sat by myself at lunch and do work on my own while everyone else got paired. I actually can't remember that many bad things. We did go on a field trip to a museum or something and no one said a word to me but that was about it. Oh one day at lunch I was invited to sit by a couple kids but the table was full so I had to sit at a table behind them by myself. Another time I was told I couldn't be a part of a friend group unless I got a girlfriend. Needless to say I was never a apart of them.
SEVENTH GRADE : Puberty starts to hit and I become a real pizza face. acne was so bad my face was completely covered and some on my shoulders. Somehow I didn't get scarred from it. Bullying picked up probably because of that. One day I got paired with a girl and she told the teacher "ew I'm not working with CatMan". I think it was my first blackpill moment. I also had to teach myself how to tie my shoes.
EIGHTH GRADE : Nothing bad enough for me to remember.
NINTH GRADE : It was bad that year. We went to highschool which was combined with other school districts. Kids were literally screaming at me, I had books smacked out of my hand, threatened to get beat up for no reason. By now my awkwardness was off the charts. We had to take a language so I took Spanish. The only white people in that class was me and two other girls. The rest was all spics in a class of 20.
TENTH GRADE : I was pushed down one day and my books went flying everywhere. I was getting laughed at from every direction. I think that's the only notable thing that happened.
ELEVENTH GRADE : This was a good time. I had a decent amount of friends. My classes were good and fun and I got my driver's license. I would say 11th grade was the best grade. Got my first job which was ass. I worked in a kitchen at a senior home. $8 an hour and working 5 hours almost every day after school. My mom got me that job and actually became a manager. She was shit she would schedule me everyday and only gave me one day off a week.
TWELFTH GRADE : After a year of working I quit that shit hole job. Prom came and obviously I didn't go meanwhile my two older brothers went to theirs. I was the only one who didn't have a girlfriend or had sex in my friend circle. I managed to graduate.
ADULTHOOD : After six months of not working I got a job at a candy factory. Worked there for six months and got another job which is my current for ten years now. At 21 managed to move out of my parents and pay cash for a house. The job I have now is also shit but it pays too good to quit. From 21 - 29 just lived in purgatory either going to work or spending my days off at home. I have gone almost 5 years without talking to my brothers because they moved across the country.
Thank you for reading and HAPPY NEW YEARS!
BIRTH TO KINDERGARTEN : Obviously not much is remembered early on. I do have two older brothers that are ten and twelve years older than me. After reading that try and convince me I wasn't an accident. I hardly seen them because they were in school and immediately moved out when they graduated high school. Probably around age 3-4 was my first experience of my dad beating my mom. He was throwing chairs around and punching my mom as I was watching Dora the Explorer.
KINDERGARTEN : I remember my first day of school I wore a Hot wheels shirt. I was also sick and I told the bus driver that as soon as I got on lol. My first experience of bullying and thankfully the only time it was physical was on the bus home we had to sit three in a seat. I sat by the window and these two kids took turns bashing my head off the window. Another time this kid had a painting of a dalmatian but it was still wet. He put it on my face and got paint all over me. I spent the whole ride home rubbing it off and I gave my self a rub burn. I would also cry a lot in school.
FIRST GRADE : Nothing really happened but I would cry a lot more because I wanted to go home.
SECOND GRADE : Again nothing really bad but still cried a lot.
THIRD GRADE : Some funny stuff. This black kid sat by me and one day I think he didn't have clean clothes to wear so he wore his little sister's clothes. He wore a pink shirt that showed his belly button
. Another time I went to the bathroom but got lost. I had like two teachers trying to find out my classroom lol. I had a habit of not telling my mom anything and I think this is the grade I didn't tell her about picture day. I wore a bright yellow SpongeBob shirt that day lol. One day at home my dad threw my Backpack full of books and my lunch at my mom. My drink burst and ruined my homework and notebooks. During summer break I was spending the weekend at one of my brothers house and apparently my dad lit all my mom's clothes on fire in the living room. Thankfully I didn't witness that. My homeroom teacher had a Harry Potter club and all of us were allowed to join. Only a certain amount of people were allowed at the beginning. I wasn't one of them so I had to wait until someone got kicked out for grades or bad behavior. It was fun once I got in.FOURTH GRADE : My teachers were assholes always yelling at us. The bullying picked up a little bit but nothing bad. I was in a "pink group" which was where the smarter kids went but eventually got moved to "green group" because my grades were going down. One day at home my dad grabbed my mom by her hair and took scissors and started cutting her hair and hitting her on the head with them. I learned how to ride a bicycle thanks to my neighbor.
FIFTH GRADE : This, this is where my life did a complete 180. We moved out of a neighborhood to a rural area where I had to go to a new school and nobody lived around us. At my old house I was able to ride my bicycle to someone's house. So temporary we were living at one of my brothers house as we were looking for a new house. The school that I went to for a few months was literally like a prison. Treated like shit by the teachers, had to wear a strict dress code, and all the other kids were straight pieces of shit. The bullying was bad and I had to sit by myself at lunch.
Eventually we bought a house and moved to another school. It wasn't much better. Kids were starting to date, bullying continued, and had to sit and work by myself. Summer breaks from here on will consist of me sitting in my bedroom for 3 months because my parents worked and I had no way of getting anywhere.
SIXTH GRADE : Made some friends but still sat by myself at lunch and do work on my own while everyone else got paired. I actually can't remember that many bad things. We did go on a field trip to a museum or something and no one said a word to me but that was about it. Oh one day at lunch I was invited to sit by a couple kids but the table was full so I had to sit at a table behind them by myself. Another time I was told I couldn't be a part of a friend group unless I got a girlfriend. Needless to say I was never a apart of them.
SEVENTH GRADE : Puberty starts to hit and I become a real pizza face. acne was so bad my face was completely covered and some on my shoulders. Somehow I didn't get scarred from it. Bullying picked up probably because of that. One day I got paired with a girl and she told the teacher "ew I'm not working with CatMan". I think it was my first blackpill moment. I also had to teach myself how to tie my shoes.
EIGHTH GRADE : Nothing bad enough for me to remember.
NINTH GRADE : It was bad that year. We went to highschool which was combined with other school districts. Kids were literally screaming at me, I had books smacked out of my hand, threatened to get beat up for no reason. By now my awkwardness was off the charts. We had to take a language so I took Spanish. The only white people in that class was me and two other girls. The rest was all spics in a class of 20.
TENTH GRADE : I was pushed down one day and my books went flying everywhere. I was getting laughed at from every direction. I think that's the only notable thing that happened.
ELEVENTH GRADE : This was a good time. I had a decent amount of friends. My classes were good and fun and I got my driver's license. I would say 11th grade was the best grade. Got my first job which was ass. I worked in a kitchen at a senior home. $8 an hour and working 5 hours almost every day after school. My mom got me that job and actually became a manager. She was shit she would schedule me everyday and only gave me one day off a week.
TWELFTH GRADE : After a year of working I quit that shit hole job. Prom came and obviously I didn't go meanwhile my two older brothers went to theirs. I was the only one who didn't have a girlfriend or had sex in my friend circle. I managed to graduate.
ADULTHOOD : After six months of not working I got a job at a candy factory. Worked there for six months and got another job which is my current for ten years now. At 21 managed to move out of my parents and pay cash for a house. The job I have now is also shit but it pays too good to quit. From 21 - 29 just lived in purgatory either going to work or spending my days off at home. I have gone almost 5 years without talking to my brothers because they moved across the country.
Thank you for reading and HAPPY NEW YEARS!
