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I was an unusual kid at school

I had never asked for help with anything. I remember once when one of the class helpers (5th grade) were trying to "help" me in the Computer Room after I said I didn't need any help, I had shoved her arms away from my keyboard. I didn't say that I didn't need help because I actually didn't know how to use a computer, I said it because I actually did know how. I was so hostile towards her.

I was also one of those kids who were quiet at school, but comes out of their shell at home.

Whenever the girls around me were given a color to pick, I never picked pink. I hated conflict so much that I avoided it as best I could. I knew the girls would love to pick pink, so I just stood out of their way and chose a random color. I also stood away from the boys in my grade so the girls could get them. If I had a crush on a boy in my grade, no I didn't. I was shy as well. I didn't want to ask a boy out and either get humiliated/embarrassed or end up dating the boy and get into some conflict.

I think I was also a bit matured than the girls in my grade, or I may have known a lot, and understood.
I recall walking down the hallway in middle school, standing in line, getting to ready to leave the building to get on the bus when I saw a couple (same grade as me) kissing in the hallway (kissing as like a 5 second peck on the lips). Some of the girls around me saw and exclaimed, "Ew!!" My thought process worked before they said anything; in my head, I quickly looked around the hallway for a teacher and said, 'Why are they kissing in the hallway?' And 'I didn't know 12 year olds knew about kissing.'
You were an independent young girl and smart to avoid conflict. And this says a lot about your character. You seem to be a well rounded young lady.
Xalvadora · 18-21, F
@HappyCamper74 Except for the fact that I was a bit disruptive child during school. I don't mess with anyone, but when someone messed with me, it's like I had no emotional-control over unfairness. I had been lied on without anyone believing me, and I've done some to little things that'll support those lies. Well except for one lie.
I was being bullied for my outbursts. Every time someone aggravated me, or annoy me, I would get upset where it would be me flipping desks and screaming out of rage. I was mostly bullied for that. Though I do not remember most of my school years, so it's hard to say if I was bad or not during school.
I can tell you one thing, though: I've mostly kept to myself. I only had one friend, which we only seen each other at school and talk during our free times. But ever since I've been transferred to an alternate school because of my mother's negligence, I could never go back and I've lost the connection I had with that one friend, which, at graduation, she seemed like she made more friends. So kudos to her.

 
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