Early School Years

I won't only put my home life on this blog, simply because that leaves a huge hole in other factors of my life out. Now. When I was in daycare, I was picked on. I was a freak of nature to the other kids ever since I was little. In Kindergarten, the staff of the daycare put me with older kids, all of whom were in late Elementary or Early Middle School. I was happy. I could relate to them a lot better than the younger kids and they stood up for me, especially when the younger children tried to pick on me in the playground. My early school years were hectic from my parents constant allegations against each other making me change from Kennewick and Richland on almost a monthly basis. My school life finally settled down when my father got major custody. I was living in Kennewick, and going to school. I was responsible enough to walk to school alone everyday, and walk back. I would normally use my bike both ways. Children hated me. I was always picked on by children my own age, and then the base started to expand to the upper grades as well. I only had two or three friends in first and the first half of second grades. My first grade teacher was an idiot and made the class sit in groups of four, instead of sitting me with my few friends and neutral peers, she sat me with the three girls who hated me the most in that class. My stuff was constantly being stolen. I was being kicked under the desk all the time. Yet, the teacher just left me with them, though she knew what they were doing. My dad ended up moving us out of town, in a minuscule collection of houses right off the high way. This as a child didn't bother me, since I had no friends to visit, but when I got older, visiting friends and family became very much as a hassle. The new school ended up being much more cruel, and the students even more so. I saw a counselor off and on, but they never stayed working at the school for long so they weren't really any help. My parents and teachers didn't do much to help with the bullying, so what I ended up with as a friend was Shelby. No one messed with me when Shelby was around. This friendship gave me hope. Shelby invited me to birthday parties, sleepovers, and her family events. Of course I didn't get to got to many of them, but it was the thought that counted to me. Shelby had a short fuse when it came to me, she wasn't afraid to beat the snot of someone you dared to pick on me when she was around. However, by late Elementary school, Shelby was moving away at the end, and the bullying got more elaborate. People would take my homework out of the turn in box and throw it away, they would tell the principal that I did something that I didn't, and they mobilized all the grades against me. By the end of Elementary school, I was a bookworm who heavily depended on books and teachers for comfort. In the end, I was the outcast, the loser, the one who didn't even have a place on the hierarchy of the students. But now, I'm glad that is how it worked out.