clockworkgirl21 (clockworkgirl21) wrote in thequestionclub,
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Do you have any bad childhood memories?

Most of mine are from school. No wonder I hated it so much.

-First day of kindergarten. I hadn't really been around other kids that much. This blond girl tells me, "It's time for you to go into 1st grade." Seeing no reason to not trust her, I begin to walk out the door. The teacher yells, "Hey! You do not leave this room without my permission!" The blond bitch laughs. I encounter my first bully.

-First grade. Whenever someone is the first to finish an assignment, the teacher holds it up so everyone can see how it's supposed to look, and they're congratulated. I finish a paper, and am surprised to see I (think) I am the first. I take it up to the teacher. She holds it up, and says, "Boys and girls, are we supposed to hand these in?" The class answers back, "No!"

-Same class, different day. The teacher asks who has left their coat on a desk. No one answers. I say, "Maybe it's someone from the morning class?" The teacher asks, "Boys and girls, do we have a morning class?" They answer, "No!" Yes, that woman was a bitch.

-I ask this teacher if I can go to the bathroom before show and tell. She says no. When it's my turn, I pee all over myself, and start to cry.

-I go to summer school. The teacher won't let me eat lunch until I finish coloring a Christopher Columbus picture. I say, "I hate school." She says, "Excuse me? You owe me an apology! I'm here teaching you!" I retort, "Because you're getting paid." Pretty good for a 7 year old.

-During recess, we play this game where someone runs a rope around in a circle and we jump over it. I've waited and waited for my turn to run the rope around. When my turn comes, it just wraps around my legs. Everyone laughs at me.

-I'm 8, and throw a fit because I want a toy, and Mom says no. I say, "I want another family!" She says, "Fine. Tomorrow, you're going to the orphanage and I'm adopting a better kid." She made me pack all my clothes, and let me cry in bed all night, thinking she was getting rid of me. She didn't tell me she wasn't sending me away until the next day.
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