I wonder if I was THAT difficult in elementary...
I was with my mom and little sister, taking my baby sister to Open House for Pre-K back in August.
After kind of exploring a bit, knowing everything we were supposed to know, it was time to leave. Before reaching the doors of the entrance, I saw one of my teachers. He was the teacher that'll pull a select few students from their classes if they need help with their work, kind of like Special Ed, but we were also in our homerooms almost most of the times. I found him to be a really cool teacher, and even considered him as one of my favorite (I had two favorites) teachers.
I saw him and he saw me and I decided to go up to him and greet him. He noticed my college ID, gave me that teacher look and told me that I better be doing my work. Still smiling, I told him I am. And there were no further words exchanged.
I don't remember most of my school years, but I know I wasn't the best student and kid. I was one of those kids who is shy and quiet in school, but was very expressive at home. Even as a child, going to the same elementary school, seeing the same familiar faces, I was still mostly shy.
I just wish I could remember what all I did during my school years, so I could understand.
I remember writing swear words on one of the desks in ELA class, yelled, "Oooo! Someone wrote cuss words on the desk!" Some of my classmates said, "You did that!" And of course, I was sent to the principal's office, got a paddling and was told to walk back to class after that. Little me and older me still doesn't know why I did that. I was the kid who never said a single swear word, yet it was hard to believe that I didn't swear after that.
It was the school dance and a song was playing. Little me, only singing the lyrics from ear, couldn't hear why that swear word was "bleeped" out of the song, because I heard a non-swear word. Someone from the same "pull-out" class as me told the cool teacher that I had swore, which I didn't. I did say I didn't, because I actually thought those were the lyrics to the song. He decided to suspend me from school for something I didn't do.
Then he suspended me from school again for something I also didn't do. Apparently, I saw one of my "pull-out" classmates' friend (another classmate) was giving him a nickname. So I decided to join in, since it was my first time giving a nickname to someone. I laughed after giving him the nickname because I was excited and a bit proud of myself. The cool teacher suspended me for bullying. That was highly ironic. I was the one getting bullied. My outbursts were the results.
My aunt was furious.
Maybe he wasn't so cool afterall...
After kind of exploring a bit, knowing everything we were supposed to know, it was time to leave. Before reaching the doors of the entrance, I saw one of my teachers. He was the teacher that'll pull a select few students from their classes if they need help with their work, kind of like Special Ed, but we were also in our homerooms almost most of the times. I found him to be a really cool teacher, and even considered him as one of my favorite (I had two favorites) teachers.
I saw him and he saw me and I decided to go up to him and greet him. He noticed my college ID, gave me that teacher look and told me that I better be doing my work. Still smiling, I told him I am. And there were no further words exchanged.
I don't remember most of my school years, but I know I wasn't the best student and kid. I was one of those kids who is shy and quiet in school, but was very expressive at home. Even as a child, going to the same elementary school, seeing the same familiar faces, I was still mostly shy.
I just wish I could remember what all I did during my school years, so I could understand.
I remember writing swear words on one of the desks in ELA class, yelled, "Oooo! Someone wrote cuss words on the desk!" Some of my classmates said, "You did that!" And of course, I was sent to the principal's office, got a paddling and was told to walk back to class after that. Little me and older me still doesn't know why I did that. I was the kid who never said a single swear word, yet it was hard to believe that I didn't swear after that.
It was the school dance and a song was playing. Little me, only singing the lyrics from ear, couldn't hear why that swear word was "bleeped" out of the song, because I heard a non-swear word. Someone from the same "pull-out" class as me told the cool teacher that I had swore, which I didn't. I did say I didn't, because I actually thought those were the lyrics to the song. He decided to suspend me from school for something I didn't do.
Then he suspended me from school again for something I also didn't do. Apparently, I saw one of my "pull-out" classmates' friend (another classmate) was giving him a nickname. So I decided to join in, since it was my first time giving a nickname to someone. I laughed after giving him the nickname because I was excited and a bit proud of myself. The cool teacher suspended me for bullying. That was highly ironic. I was the one getting bullied. My outbursts were the results.
My aunt was furious.
Maybe he wasn't so cool afterall...
