Then she asked me “didn’t you realize when you transferred to Wildwood Catholic John and I weren’t in class.” I said, “No you returned to school about three days after I arrived here so I never even realized it.” We both laughed about it, but I still felt awful. I was able to figure out about John because I don’t think he ever returned for a full day of school while I attended Wildwood Catholic. Rosemarie said this situation was funny, because at first she thought I befriended her because I felt bad for her. But in actuality I had no idea that she was sick. How could I be so inconsiderate and ask her a question about that?
They went to church occasionally, and tried to raise their children to be good people. Their whole world had been turned upside down, and now they were getting attention from the community and the media that they never wanted. Susan’s parents struggled with what happened. They went from being in a state of despair, to reaching out for answers to the why questions. For over a year, they didn’t know who murdered their baby.
I hadn't planned on going to a private school; in fact the idea disgusted me. My sister tried it for an entire four days, then she quit and went to a public school with all of her friends and never looked back. I guess that I thought the same thing would happen to me if I ever went to a private school. In the spring of seventh grade, my parents made me take the acceptance test for McCallie, the all boys private school full of rich snobs, nerds, and especially queers. I didn't know much about the school except that none of my friends went there and all of the gossip(which turned out to be false)from my friends about turnng gay from being around only boys and no girls.
When I was in school, the students ran the school by spreading fear into the teachers' hearts. They would torture the teachers they didn't like by putting laxatives in their coffee or water in their gas tank. There was one student who didn't turn in an assignment all year but had good grades on tests, so he was passing. At the end of the year he turned in all of his assignments to the principal to show the teacher's failure to grade homework and, in this way, get her fired. Actions like these escalated to the point that we went through eight English teachers in a semester.
I would never want to attend due to the fact that some people in my middle school went as well, most of them made fun of me and it just got to a point where I was not very comfortable with life. Because my mom was religious, she decided not to remarry, although everyone told her to remarry and find someone that can help pay for bills and spoil her, but she never budged. I highly admire her for that. In high school, my life changed drastically once again. I was introduced to kids from more schools, new clubs and organizations, and more school subjects.
Or when she claimed that our phone lines had been down when she was trying to explain why she hadn't been in touch with a friend of hers for weeks. And what bothered me even more were all the times she had incorporated me into her lies. Like the time she told my guidance counselor that I had to miss school for exploratory surgery, when she really needed me to babysit. And it even started to bother me when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell her that she wasn't there. So, I started my own personal fight against her dishonesty.
I thought of how my parents had divorced a few months early before the school year ended and I started summer school. This is also something that I keep in and never let myself think of, while in school because I know what was going to happen if I talked about it. While in school people will look at me and ask wants wrong or why the change of attack. I would just tell them to leave me alone. When my mom and I finally left the meeting and being told I’m going to repeat the 8th grade, we went home, where I get another speech from my mom and sister about this happen because of the divorce between my mom and dad but how I am very close to my dad and now he’s not in the picture.
Kimmie would receive daily threats online telling her to “kill herself” and saying things like “Why are you still alive?” The next morning after Kimmie’s mom dropped her off at school she ditched class and went into an abandoned apartment building down the block to wait for the school day to be done, so she would not have to face the kids who tormented her. At the end of the day Kimmie made sure to be at the school before her mom picked her up, because she knew that if her mom found out, she would not understand her reason behind skipping school. After many weeks’ Kimmie’s mom started to notice that she was not talking as much as she used to, and she was not participating in family activities. Kimmie’s mom ignored it thinking it was a phase she was going thorough because she was getting older. A couple months later Kimmie’s grades dropped, and she skipped many school days just so she could to go to that abandoned apartment building.
I decided to be an “underpaid” teacher, more specifically English teacher. My mom was upset because she disliked English, the language, the reading, the grammar, everything. We did not speak for four months because of my decision, she was not proud. It hurt to not have my family 's support, but I was not going to let anyone force me to be something I did not want to be. I grew tired of waiting so I decided to be the first to initiate a conversation I went home and sat her down.
Becoming the person I am today wasn't easy especially because I was never like this, I was usually that kid who sat by themselves would not socialize and avoid everyone. Because from elementary school all the way till 8th grade I was bullied by people who just wanted to bother me for the heck of it. I can’t explain that inner feeling from inside when you hear people say horrible stuff to you. To me this famous quote “stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”, was a lie and it did hurt. One spring evening after a difficult day of school in elementary school, I was chased home by a group of kids that have been pushing me around, name calling, taking my stuff and humiliated me from the past months.