Life Through My Eyes

Chapter 3:The tilt

I grew up watching cartoons, stealing my friends action figures, and playing manhunt in the streets with all the kids on my block. Elementary school was a wave. I passed everything with straight A's. Although there was one thing that I now see about myself. Every year of elementary, I was a different person.

Kindergarten, I cried with my head down because of all the noise in the cafeteria. It was just so annoying to the fact that I didn't know what to do with myself. My teacher was Mrs. Einbiender, but we rarely saw much of her. It was rumored that she got her leg ran over by a car, but also that she was kidnapped by Bigfoot and he chewed her leg for days. I made my own inferences about her situation. I just figured she was crossing the street and got hit by a car. So in her year long absence, we had Mrs. Soto. I don't know what kind of name that is but it sure was fun to say. She made learning so simple for me. My first zero in class was during a spelling test. She'd tell us to run somewhere in the classroom where no one could peep at our papers, so I ran wherever Khalil went because he was smart. All the spelling words had to do with ice, and that was the first word she began with. I asked Khalil how to spell it and he said "I-C-E". Now, me with my logic, questioned him and decided to write it my own way and spelled it "i-S-E" and that's what my whole test looked like. "Isicle" "isebox" "dry ise"

Of course I got my ass whipped for it. Well anyways, moving on. 1st grade, my teacher was Ms. Sheare. I didn't like her class much but it wasn't all that bad. My first crush, mikayla was in my class so there were advantages. I went to Ps Ms 43 in new york, Queens, Farrockaway, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Queens. In my school there was the main building, in which u weren't allowed in until you were in 3rd grade, unless there was an assembly. The main building consisted of 3rd grade - 8th grade
Students. On the next block, were the trailers, which were literally big red trailers and each trailer was a classroom, which is where I was. And then there was the ECC on the next block; Early Childhood Center. Was basically a giant daycare . pre-k and kindergartners ran that building. I went through school with a different attitude every year. 1st grade, I was a shy kid who only spoke when spoken to and participating in class. 2nd grade I was a big ass bully. There was this one kid named Marcus and I turned him into my own personal punching bag. Anytime I would get in trouble, whether it had anything to do with him or not, I'd beat him up. Sure, there were others who took his place every once in a while but he was the fat and squishy one so my punches would bounce off of him, giving me the motivation to hit harder. But he signed himself up for it though, the day he and his nerdy friends decided they wanted to jump me in the school yard. I've only been jumped once in my life and I wasn't even the one getting beat up. By the time I was done, 4 of them were crying and the other two swore that I was a demon. I shrugged and walked a way. For the rest of that year I made them all my bitches. 2 did my homework, the other to gave me answers in class, and the other 2 were my punching bags.

Moving on, 3rd grade, I was the smartest kid in class, but off of observation. I sat quiet and observed everything the grown ups talked about. Ms. Gomez was by far my favorite teacher in elementary. If you did well in her class, participation wise, she'd give you a pineapple slice. She loved pineapples and chocolate. So those were the main snacks I looked forward to everyday. In 4th grade, I was somewhat of an independent badass , although my grades never dropped. I had Mrs. Saldin she was funny. In 5th grade, I was a class clown, but I kept my grades up, and no one couldn't argue with me because I was the most logistic person in my school. No student, teacher, or principal could tell me nothing. But I was always respectful. To this day I am still the same. But I think that's what ruined my life at age 7.