As I trundle through my day, going from class to class to class, wishing only for some vittles to calm my stomach, I remembered something… I had this thing where I had decided that I was going to go through my life with you all, remember that? Well, I just realized that I've forgotten to keep that up. Go me! Anyways, let's take some time to talk about this lovely thing called actual elementary school. I'm not discounting the importance of kindergarten, however, I do think that it's only an introduction to what really matters: the first and second grade.
Hokay, here goes. Well, I'm going to skip over the first part of the year, mainly because I don't remember what all happened. So, in the first grade, I attended the same school as I did for Kindergarten, however, I was now in the upper echelon of the place, I owned the school, or so my delusion said. My class had a play that year, something to do with a zoo. I played a monkey that made donkey noises. Makes sense, no? I had that monkey tail for a LONG time afterwards too…. Anyways, the moral of the story is this: T-Shirts can cause some pretty severe accidents in the long run. I didn't even think of it as the t-shirt's fault at first, but it really was its fault that I got a second degree burn on my forearm in the first grade. It was truly a scarring incident, like for real scarring, it's still there on my arm.
How….? I'm still not sure how it all ended up going down to be honest. All I remember happening was this. I remember thinking that I needed my backpack or something, so I went over to my cubby to find it covered by a sheet. I thoughtlessly brushed aside the sheet, and the next thing I knew was that there was the most horrendous pain imaginable shooting through me somewhere from somewhere. I hardly noticed the iron formerly sitting on the sheet above my cubby that fell on my arm. Now, later on I found this out from the deranged lunacies flying from my mother's gob: one of the mothers of one of my classmates (like how vague I'm being?) was there the night before ironing the decals onto the shirts for everyone, and had just left the iron on overnight. Happily enough, I reaped the benefits of this frivolous mistake.
Now, that was to be the mark of my school career at that particular elementary school. Great. So my newfound peers instantly knew me as the one who nigh gave the teacher a heart attack by screaming like a sissy little girl. Again, great. I was bursting with joy over that matter really, so happy that my prospective friends got that image in their heads of me.
So, something that will kind of redeem my self esteem to me is one memory that I won't ever forget from that year. It doesn't seem like much consequence, but it really was, trust me. I saw my first digital camera that year. My teacher brought in this ridiculous looking contraption that looked like a walkman that fateful day, and pointed it at various kids telling them not to move lest they be blurry. Now, I was really dang confused at this whole thing. She literally had to explain to me the concept of this contraption. I responded like most stupid little kids, I just stared, blubbering, and nodded like the idiot I was. Now, how does this restore my self esteem any at all? Keep in mind as I answer this question, that in first grade, not much is needed to boost your confidence. What is was is that my teacher wanted to take pictures of me. Especially since I couldn't do much at that time, due to my skin bubbling up.
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