Jay! Stop making vents! It's getting old!
(Sorry for the invite)
So, I don't really talk about my school experiences very often. And that's for a reason. School is the bane of my existence, and not because it's boring. Because I have been mentally and physically abused there.
But I feel like you should know why I keep making vents..
It started in 5th grade. On a Friday. This was my first class with my brother ( @ArrowOnPoint ) for the year, so I was excited to see him (Even though I saw him every day). I was a happy child. Before the mental abuse. Anyway, I was excited to see him. (I'm gonna call him Arrow because I don't know if he wants me to use his real name on the internet.) Arrow and I used to hang out a lot, but then he got more distanced, since he was making new friends. It didn't hurt my feelings at all, I was happy to see him making friends! He was usually at his friends house, so we didn't see him until, like, 8:30 or 9:00 PM. But now this was my chance to see how he was doing!
But, My science teacher, Mrs. C, didn't like us very much for some reason. If we talked to each other, we'd get in trouble. So I went quiet, and secretive. This went on. I felt like Mrs. C was always picking on me. I didn't know she was picking on Arrow until somewhere in February of 2019.
Time passes and Mrs. C is still picking on us.
Now, I'm going to tell you some of the things she did to me. She didn't physically hurt me, but I did hear she once nearly slapped a kid.
1. Some of you might know I like to read. One day, we were watching a video (That I and many of the class thought was gross. Because it was.) and after it was done, Mrs. C asked if we wanted to see it again. We put it to a vote. The 'Yes, watch it again' team won. I didn't like it and already knew what it was about so I started to read. Mrs. C didn't like that, so she took my book away. She didn't let me put my bookmark in. She put it on her desk, gave me a paper and said "Write down what you did. Write down an apology to me. Have your Mom and Dad sign it. And bring it back to me after spring break. Then you'll get your book back. You have to stay inside for recess today and tomorrow" I was a little upset, but, it was my fault for reading in class.
During P.E, we were doing the Pacer Test. And that was the day I figured out I had Asthma. I figured out The hard way.
I had a coughing fit and couldn't stop coughing until about 2 1/2 hours later. While I was having trouble breathing, we went to grab my backpack, which was in my locker. And on the way there, I saw Mrs. C. Reading. My. Book. You might be asking how I was sure it was my book. Because I had written my name on the cover.
2. This one is another book story. We did this thing called book buddies. It's where every Friday, we went down to Kindergarten, and read to kids. Sounds fun, right? Maybe for everyone else, but not me! My Book Buddy HATED me. I never knew why. And my friend's, Kylie, Book Buddy moved. So she would often read to my Book Buddy, because my book buddy always wanted her to read to her. One day, I brought my own book to read for myself, since my book buddy always wanted Kylie to read to her. And I respected that. I'm not good at reading aloud anyway.
So, while I was reading, Mrs. C came and took my book. "You aren't respecting your book buddy! You should be reading to her! Not making Kylie read to her for you!" she said. She wouldn't let me explain. She gave me another paper to write an apology and that stuff.
I turned both the papers in.
She didn't give both the books back until the last day of school.
3. Lots of people know I like to draw. And, well, I like showing my art to people too. Not like showing off or anything rude! Just, letting people look at my art.
I had been working on a drawing for about 2 days. And I wanted to show it to my brother, because we were partnered up with each other during an activity. We finished it and I showed it to him. Mrs. C saw this and told me not to distract him, and that she would give it back after class.
When class ended, I ask for it back. And you know what she said?
"Oh. No. I wrote on it." And she held up her pen, indicating she wrote on my drawing in PEN.
I wanted to cuss her out. I had stayed up late for DAYS making that drawing. And it was going to be for my Step-Mother for Mother's Day! I payed for that kind of paper with MY money! I payed for the tools to use it with MY money! And she wrote on it with pen! I felt tears in my eye and I ran off to my next class.
I had to stay inside for that recess too.
But this time, there were 3 other people who stayed inside that day. My brother, Angileah(The girl who sat in front of me), and Kenzie(someone who sat across the room). Kenzie asked why I had to stay inside. I told her. And she was mad! "YOU PAYED FOR THAT! YOU WORKED ON IT FOR DAYS! AND SHE JUST WROTE ON IT?! WHAT THE F * * *?!"
I have to end it here, i'm running out of room. But, yeah. That's why I vent so much. Bye.