I Hate Being Accused Of Something I Did Not Do
I really hate being mistreated and accused of things I didn't do. And believe me, or not, it basically went on a lot in my life.
Back in the 4th grade, I was wrongly accused of saying the profanity "F" word from the TV show South Park. I was telling some classmates about a fart joke from that TV show, and one insisted we tell the teacher, and I said no, that it was between us. But he was telling her that I said something I did not really say while I was waiting in line to use the restroom. Next thing I know, the teacher, taking another student's word for it that I said a cuss word, which I didn't, has me come out of line to talk with me about what I said that again I did not say, and I was afraid even if I told her what I really said, she wouldn't believed me. Next thing I know, she and one of my other 4th grade teachers wrote a note to my parents about the profanity "F" word I said, which again I really didn't. My mother told me she didn't believe them that I did. Believe me, or not, a lot of the 4th grade was a living nightmare for me, and I wish I woke up from a nightmare.
As I said before in my last story about what the principal did to me in the 2nd grade, that was the worst thing in the 2nd grade ever. But another student, at one point, made a false report to the gym teacher about something I did to him that I didn't do. I was just doing my gym routines as always, and the next thing I know, the gym teacher takes me out of the routine, and she has me sit in front of the wall, in like a time out, or something. Another thing for nothing.
In Kindergarten, at age 6, I came across a broken piece of a toy chain, which I didn't break. Some other student told the teacher I broke it, which I didn't. I shook my head and tried to plead my case to her, which was, in fact, impossible, because she would not hear me out and she put me on a time out. So I did time out over someone else's doing. Also, in Kindergarten, I was also accused of singing in class, which I was wasn't, and was, in fact, reported to the principal about this, but thankfully, I didn't get punished. All the years later, I told my mom, looking her in the eye, what really happened that day, and then she apologized for believing the teacher. She said she would believe anyone who would look her in the eye and tell her that that's what it was.
So, there you have it. It's why because of all this, why I hate people who disrespect me and even accuse me of things I didn't do, and most certainly even disrespect children and proclaim the children was disrespecting them to start off with. It's about quite the same as setting me up for a crime and trying to get me put in prison and all that, if you know what I mean.
Who all can relate to that?
Back in the 4th grade, I was wrongly accused of saying the profanity "F" word from the TV show South Park. I was telling some classmates about a fart joke from that TV show, and one insisted we tell the teacher, and I said no, that it was between us. But he was telling her that I said something I did not really say while I was waiting in line to use the restroom. Next thing I know, the teacher, taking another student's word for it that I said a cuss word, which I didn't, has me come out of line to talk with me about what I said that again I did not say, and I was afraid even if I told her what I really said, she wouldn't believed me. Next thing I know, she and one of my other 4th grade teachers wrote a note to my parents about the profanity "F" word I said, which again I really didn't. My mother told me she didn't believe them that I did. Believe me, or not, a lot of the 4th grade was a living nightmare for me, and I wish I woke up from a nightmare.
As I said before in my last story about what the principal did to me in the 2nd grade, that was the worst thing in the 2nd grade ever. But another student, at one point, made a false report to the gym teacher about something I did to him that I didn't do. I was just doing my gym routines as always, and the next thing I know, the gym teacher takes me out of the routine, and she has me sit in front of the wall, in like a time out, or something. Another thing for nothing.
In Kindergarten, at age 6, I came across a broken piece of a toy chain, which I didn't break. Some other student told the teacher I broke it, which I didn't. I shook my head and tried to plead my case to her, which was, in fact, impossible, because she would not hear me out and she put me on a time out. So I did time out over someone else's doing. Also, in Kindergarten, I was also accused of singing in class, which I was wasn't, and was, in fact, reported to the principal about this, but thankfully, I didn't get punished. All the years later, I told my mom, looking her in the eye, what really happened that day, and then she apologized for believing the teacher. She said she would believe anyone who would look her in the eye and tell her that that's what it was.
So, there you have it. It's why because of all this, why I hate people who disrespect me and even accuse me of things I didn't do, and most certainly even disrespect children and proclaim the children was disrespecting them to start off with. It's about quite the same as setting me up for a crime and trying to get me put in prison and all that, if you know what I mean.
Who all can relate to that?
