Misadventures in School. An Overview
I was the weird kid in school. Since I moved from school to school, I felt that I had to be the weird kid to be remembered and each year I felt that I had to outdo myself from the previous year. I first moved from school to school in kindergarten to first grade and almost every year after until middle school.
When I moved into first grade, I was at a new school and there were new people and new teachers, but at that age, I didn't know what it was to have friends. I just went around living life without a care in the world because I was a child and that is what a child does. I very much disliked going to school because it took time away from me playing video games and rewatching the backstreet boys' movie concert on VHS. It was my crack. I needed it. I looked up to the backstreet boys because I thought they were cool and they looked like womanizers. I don't recall much from first grade because it was basically filled with sitting in a small yellow plastic chair, playing a toy banjo, playing video games, and watching the backstreet boys. There are some memories that I still have of that time, like when I had the teachers pull me out of my mother's car because I didn't want to go to school. During Halloween in first grade, my teacher gave the students the assignment to dress as their favorite character from the books that we read in our lifetime. I didn't have the best reading skills compared to the rest of my class, and I was already in classes to help my speech (don't really think it helped much) so I was dressed up as a bear in overalls from a picture book while students in my class were dressed as characters from books without pictures. I knew that I would be a joke, so I cried hysterically before going to class and tried to rub off the eyebrow pencil drawn whiskers. My teacher saw that I wasn't wearing a costume so she put a bandana on me and said that I was a pirate, so now I was a crying-pencil-whiskers-smeared-overall-wearing pirate. I heard the other students talk about me laughing as we marched throughout the school showing off our costumes.
I moved in the middle of first grade to Wayside, New Jersey because a family member of mine had a mental breakdown and was too unstable to care for a young child on her own. Upon arriving at the school, I didn't know anyone and all friendships were already in place for the year so I was the odd kid out. I was also the odd kid because kids didn't move halfway through the year to a new school. Also since the school that I came from was a month from being out and the one in New Jersey didn't get out for months later, I was in school so much longer. Remember each year where you would have to go get a shot that would make a bubble under your skin? Yeah? No? Well, I remember those and I hated shots and each time I moved, I had to get that shot. I remember being called down to the nurses' office one day in the new school and they gave me the shot and to drop my drawers because the nurse needed to play with my willie and I would get candy in return. As a young kid, I was a whore for candy.
After first grade, came another move for me. This time to Howell, New Jersey where I was to attend Newbury Elementary. I can't believe that I still remember that because nothing really big happened at this school except during a game of long lasting tag I tripped a girl and she fell face first into the woodchips of the playground. Also during lunch one day, I pulled my pants down and mooned everyone. It was funny to me, but the guy that did it with me was someone I kinda looked up to because he was so badass, like whatever badass is to a second grader. Anyway, in the principal's office, this so-called badass was weeping like he just came from the womb and apologizing left and right. The principal was having a fun time laughing at the kid, and then he kept trying to introduce this new fancy piece of attire called the 'belt'. He said that it would make our pants stay on no matter what. Well, he was surely wrong because, in seventh grade, I remember a kid wearing a belt every day, but he pants were basically on the floor all the time.
Since I was such a monster at Newbury Elementary, I was transported off to Wanamassa Elementary in Wanamassa, Ocean, New Jersey. This would be the first time that I wouldn't move to another school. I stayed there for third and fourth grade, and it was okay. I actually gained tons of friends, but I was still considered the weird kid because I didn't know how to play with others during recess. Also, I was really jealous of the fourth graders because they had a whole section of the playground to themselves and it had the nice plants that would taste good if we sucked on them. This school was the introduction to the 'cool' gang, you know the one. This gang was filled with all the big shot guys that would eventually either do great or drop out of high school and the girls that would get STDs before their twenties. I wanted to be part of this crew so badly, that I went out and bought a tek dek skateboard to play with because that is what they all played with. I don't know how to ride a skateboard, and I probably never will, but I tried continuously then because I wanted to be in that crew.
After fourth, I moved into the intermediate school for the tri-county. Oakhurst, Wayside, and Wanamassa were all coming together now to go to the same intermediate school. Also if you don't know the difference between middle and intermediate school, intermediate schools start at 5th grade while middle schools start at 6th grade. There were now two new groups of school kids to learn about and hang out with. I was put into Mr.Unger's 5th-grade class with a majority of Wanamassa kids, but a mix of Oakhurst and Wayside in there as well. I guess this was the class for slackers because Mr. Unger let us do whatever whenever just as long as he had some nice music going on in the background like "Come Sail Away" by "Styx". I met some great friends in this year, but they shared my 'diary' throughout the school that year too. It didn't really have much in it except that I watched Ella Enchanted and all my crushes names and what I thought of them. In fifth grade, I got my first true girlfriend and then I cheated on her after a month or two with a really good friend of mine. Cheating during this age was like holding hands with someone else, so nothing too serious, but I still count this as the one and only time that I have ever cheated on someone.
During sixth grade, the girl that I cheated on came as a huge story, which I will talk about at a later time because her saga/ballad is great on its own. During this year I was told by my English teacher that I would amount to nothing except becoming the manager of a McDonald's. Also during math, I raised my hand during a test and said, "I'm happy". Like who does that? Also, that was the year of so much Bill Nye that if I had to, I could recite a whole episode with no problem.
After sixth grade, I moved away to a new school and I stayed in this school system for the rest of my young schooling life. Nothing great really came out of it that is worth mentioning really quickly except the time that a kid that I didn't even know blamed me for stabbing him during lunch. We weren't even in the same lunch period and yet I still got detention for it.