Sunday, September 26, 2010

Encountered Wild Racism!

3rd Grade. Cool, I leveled up. I made my first asian friend here. Forgot his name though.

Got a new teacher, Ms.XXXXXX. Kinda fat with a round head. Anyways, she had a punishment where students would get notes to their parents. The notes signified that the student was a bother to the class.

On the second week of school, I was just talking to my friends and buds for lols.

All of a sudden, she gives me a note. For Talking.

I was surprised.
 "Wut? But I was talking to my friends in group study time!"
"Nope. Take this note and get it signed by your parents."

And when I gave it to my parents, I got hit.

The next day, week, month, trimester, I constantly got notes. Every single one of them, for "talking". No matter how I pleaded to my parents I didn't deserve it, they didn't listen. Ms.XXXXXX even sent some over the mail. I brought back every one of them with my parents signature, and you know what that meant for me.

Around Febuary of my 3rd grade year, Ms.XXXXXX overheard me talking about being hit. But, for some reason, she decided to step in there and call the school about it. My parents didn't hit me anymore. But instead, I got yelled at and threatened. This didn't stop her from giving me more notes though.

My parents' threats included:
-Im going to break your gameboy with a hammer
-Im going to throw you out of the house
-How stupid are you you must not be my son, I'm going to disown you
-etc..

You can imagine the rest. Keep in mind I was, oh, 8 years old at the time.

In March, my parents realized something. Yelling wasn't enough! So to punish me even more, they decided to take away the only thing that kept me sane. My Pokemon game. I simply broke apart there.

At school, I kept quiet for a few days, giving her no reason to give me a note.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Several days later, our class had a special day, where we would pick someone from our class to participate in a certain game. I cheered along with the rest of the class and lo' and behold, I got a note for shouting. Not having pokemon for several days, my mind was brittle and easy to shatter. So I cried. It was unfair. It was simply unfair. Why did she hate me so much? Why only me?

At home, my parents told me to get out of the house. They held the door open and demanded I leave. I was so miserable, wanted to die.

At 8 years old, I wanted to die.

The notes continued, and my life was growing worse. All I could do was live.

Finally, third grade ended. And I cried tears of joy.

For throughout the year, I had received 71 notes.

37 comments:

  1. That's terrible. Absolutely awful.

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  2. That's an awful story. I'm truly saddened, having read that. :(

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  3. Man thats terrible, I had a horrible teacher as well... Ms. Hamilton, there's a reason she never found a man... Following you though!

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  4. yeah my third grade class with mrs norman was a nigger

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  5. dont think to much ok:) the life is shit :)

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  6. You used stereotypes! It's SUPER Effective! xD

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  7. my grade 6 teacher was just like that.

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  8. I grew up in a school that had maybe 1 or 2 minorities so I didn't really see any racism growing up. It sounds terrible.

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  9. thats bad dude im sorry i live in Alabama and u would expect alot of it but i didnt see much i got in 1 fight with a racist black man and he ended up apologized to me many years later

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  10. im lucky i never had a teacher like that

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  11. I know many kids, including myself that has the ONE teacher thats out to get them :(

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  12. Aww sheet dude, that sucks. :/ I hope your life has turned better since.

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  13. Interesting dude, reminds me of my brother a little bit.

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  14. Have you talked to your parents about this since?

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  15. We must have been in the same class...I remember a tiny little boy being picked on by the fat teacher. She was jealous of my tight 8 year old figure and gave me notes too :(

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  16. this is a good post that makes me want to come back for more

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  17. you should have punched the teacher in the face.

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  18. Hey, I'm back from the dead! Come and visit my blog!

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  19. jesus christ man 71 notes. you just dont give in! but life aint easy for an 8 year old

    http://crazyassblackpeople.blogspot.com

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  20. That teacher of yours must have been out to get you. LOL
    So much for an 8 year old to go through. :o

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  21. man...you remind me of me...except im white.

    i lived in a neighborhood packed with all kinds of minorities..weren't too many white kids around me my age

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  22. dont overthink life mate. life it its short. After school is the hard life.

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  23. be racists back start carrying im sorry you a nascar fan sigh everywhere with the impaled soul of dale earnheart with a satans cock out his heart


    that will teach them

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  24. :/
    Sorry to hear such a sad story bro, and I'm sorry for your loss, I mean, the Pokemon game, it must have been tough...

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  25. I wonder if racism will ever end :<

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  26. this is one of my more favorite blog posts from you :)

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  27. Do you talk to your parents about this today?

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  28. Go go go, make a new blog post dude, can't wait :)

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