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just remembered a time when I was in elementary school. I was the only one in class who could not handwrite properly. My writing was incomprehensible.
The teachers gave me homework and even a whole notebook to train my handwriting. I would do all of that and still have bad handwriting. At some point, the teachers—especially my fat language teacher would get angry. Then she started making fun of me, saying shit like, “Oh, I look at the paper and even without a name, I know who wrote this,” and then she would laugh. Fucking fat bitch.
Because I was incapable of writing properly, at some point she kind of gave up on me, and I had to learn on my own.
The brutal part was the comparison. I would look at the other kids with good handwriting, being smart in subjects, while I was always the one who had to stay late in class because I was fucking stupid. Of course, that was fuel for the other kids to make fun of me as well.
The most annoying part was that my parents always thought the teachers were right. They would say, “Son, they are just kidding. They are not making fun of you. It is all in your head, yeah.” Yeah, sure. It is always all in my head.
Brutal, man. I always felt left behind, always slow learning.
The teachers gave me homework and even a whole notebook to train my handwriting. I would do all of that and still have bad handwriting. At some point, the teachers—especially my fat language teacher would get angry. Then she started making fun of me, saying shit like, “Oh, I look at the paper and even without a name, I know who wrote this,” and then she would laugh. Fucking fat bitch.
Because I was incapable of writing properly, at some point she kind of gave up on me, and I had to learn on my own.
The brutal part was the comparison. I would look at the other kids with good handwriting, being smart in subjects, while I was always the one who had to stay late in class because I was fucking stupid. Of course, that was fuel for the other kids to make fun of me as well.
The most annoying part was that my parents always thought the teachers were right. They would say, “Son, they are just kidding. They are not making fun of you. It is all in your head, yeah.” Yeah, sure. It is always all in my head.
Brutal, man. I always felt left behind, always slow learning.





