At 8/21/14 12:34 AM, NGPulp wrote:
At 8/20/14 09:45 PM, Chdonga wrote:
I have some more stories from my shitty inner-city highschool if anybody cares.
Yeah, sure I'd care for some.
So despite the fact that I was bullied from elementary school through middle school for reasons that alternated between acting "too black" and acting "too white", my parents found it in their better judgment to take me to an inner-city school. The school didn't even have its own building back in '09; it was just borrowing the wing of a school for deaf kids. The locker rooms were closets. The classrooms were dormitories. I think the science lab was a cooking hall. There was no principal's office. The principal just occupied a nook in a corner of the wing. In spite of all that, it was the best the situation school was ever in. It had the best food and an auditorium separate from the cafeteria. If you could look past every other student banging on the table or grumbling rap lyrics to themselves, it was a comfortable environment. There were less than 200 students and most of them dropped out so I knew everyone in my grade.
Anyways, I got in a lot of fights in 9th grade.
In art class we had to do some group project. Everybody really just went to groups and continued to do their own thing. I overheard a girl in my group brag about having a one night stand with some cute white boy she met at a concert. In my naïveté, I asked the girl why she would want to risk opening herself up to STDs at such a young age. She calls me gay, as we're still 13-15 and can't think of any clever insults. I ask if that struck a nerve and she calls me something I can't remember. All I remember is my other group member shouting "OOOH! ROASTED! BURN! WRECK'D!" in my ear after every word she said. After a few shouts I get fed up with their shit and I lash out and attack the girl with a ruler. The art teacher kicks me out of class. I calmly walk out but I noticed some kid snickering at me as I left so I nonchalantly punched him in the face. We brawled a little but we became good friends shortly after the fight. But whenever we were palling around together someone would go, "UH-OH, TIME FOR ROUND TWO".
We had a mean math teacher who would lock out students who were tardy. So one day I'm rushing to take a test. The hallways weren't designed for heavy traffic, so the only way I could get to class on time was by bulldozing between people. There was some lard beast clogging up the halls hugging her pookie. I try to bulldoze between them and she gets so pissed that she chases me down the hall. I make it to my class just in the nick of time. The teacher closes the door on the fat bitch and I go about my test. When class is finally over and the teacher unlocks the door, the landwhale barrels toward me without hesitation. I back into a corner and pick up a discarded chair to use as a shield. The chair must have been broken because I somehow pulled the entire leg off. I swung it like a bat and she ran off.
In 10th grade the school rented an old community center that was a pain in the ass to find because it was surrounded by one-way roads. The roof leaked and the walls were lined with mold. The library was the computer lab and the lunch room and the auditorium. The gym was a falling debris hazard. The lunches were frozen packaged bologna and milk. On the bright side it was a block away from my favorite street in the city. I'd occasionally tag along with some people who I'm sure hated my guts. The Xytasha and Dadeesha thing happened here. I got in a fight on my birthday and the guy I got in a fight with wanted to make it up to me by trying to get me laid, but that story's weird and not funny.
I mellowed out in 11th and 12th grade. I made friends with every male I got in a fight with (the females I got in fights with all dropped out lol). My principal thought I was the best student in the class of 2012 for my character development and she constantly asks me to talk to new students about what the school did for me. I could write a novel about what it did for me.
