The Jazz Fusion

Masaru Talks 1: Characters Equivalents + Part 15 Teaser

Hello! I have a new mini-series going on over here. I'm calling it MASARU TALKS!!! Let's say that it's my journal slash autobio.

So, you see, in Elementary, or Grade School as the Americans say, I was a very, very dumb kid. In Grade 1, I would often be yelled at by the teachers for not paying attention and was often ridiculed. I didn't have a sense of danger when speaking with these teachers nor did I really understand what was going on.

Now, I know what you're thinking!

"Obviously, the teachers decided to get me tested!"

X!

No... No, they did not.

So, I transferred to another elementary school in Grades 2 and 3. And... it was far worse. One classmate of mine was a pathological liar. When I'd pretend to hit him, like in cartoons, he'd say that I was a bully and I'd legitimately beat him. I also had this one friend who really liked hurting me...
He was half-foreigner. Now, I won't say his race to not be rac-...
He was a Caucasian American. But, HEY!!! I have another Caucasian South African friend, AND HE WASN'T CRAZY!!!
So that kid was just one of a kind.

That kid. Let's call 'im Geode... He said I was beating him up and ended our friendship before I left that second school. The other kid... Let's call him Caucasian Dude... He...
1. Strangled me to near death when I accidentally knocked his chess pieces to the ground...
2. Put my head on a shelf and pulled down my pants...
3. And he accidentally punched me in the face and took out my tooth, which luckily was a baby tooth (and I'm glad that it was an accident this time).

Now... Yes, that kid was terrible...

But then there was this kid. Let's call her... Uh... Vine.
She socially isolated me because I had this thing where I would blame other kids for stealing my stuff.
Yeah, I know... It is my fault this time. But in my defense, I had trust issues.

Throughout my childhood, I didn't understand how... Uh... Society "works..." I quite understood the world as, "Oh. I don't vibe with these people. So, I will not do anything with them."

So... I didn't! :) With... ANYONE!!!

So, in Grade 4, I appeared back in the first school. Let's call it... Saint Orangutan. Saint Orangutan was a horrible, horrible place. A lot of bullies appeared. Also, my fellow "Weebs" were all pathological liars: Being raised by television and therefore bullied because we copied cringey cartoon mannerisms.

I was a very imaginative kid. So, I'd walk around my house as my imagination goes on moving in my head like a weird motion picture.

And... I was bullied for it!

I would always walk around this canal in school with railings on it and use it as a bridge toward the school, imagining that it's a place where magical trolls spawn for me to fight. And I love that none of the teachers found it sus...
Like...
I mayhaps have a disorder. Like... I probably need help bruh...
And... I didn't.

Instead! I was bullied for it! Relentlessly by my classmates and teachers who thought I was trouble!

When I daydreamed (which happens when I'm exhausted while doing something) the teacher yells at me and scolds me. One time, I was playing with my pen to punch holes in crayons because I didn't understand what my Filipino teacher was saying, so she took my pen and smashed it in front of me. That, of course, made me cry and get scared... But... She didn't care! All she cared about was that I wasn't listening and that I was a troublemaker!

So... I got in trouble with my Grandparents when I told them what happened.

Instead of either of them thinking... "Hm! Maybe he has disorders like his brother...!" No! No! None of that!
This fool has to be punished.