When i was in third grade and generally elementary school i had really bad grammar. Well, one day in third grade my teacher used my essay as an example of how bad it is, but that it was good i kept my writing between the margins...the name was cut off bit i still felt horrible about myself, im twenty two and still remember that....
Except when it happens all the time and you become a teacher favorite without really trying and then your classmates start to hate you for it and begin talking behind your back. Then next thing you know a good friend of yours starts taking crap about you too and the entire class body looks at you like a "know it all" who apparently is always bragging about how good she is. Then, you get bullied and shit happens. Thankfully, you had a good set of REAL friends by your side at that time and you never thought of hurting yourself for a shitty year of crap happening behind your back.
If my friends are reading this, thank you for that since I never really got to say it in person after I moved away.
Sorry for the big read, but this was something I had to get off my back.
If my friends are reading this, thank you for that since I never really got to say it in person after I moved away.
Sorry for the big read, but this was something I had to get off my back.