#I was hopeless romantic who would've fallen for the first boy who told me he loved me and given him EVERYTHING

[daughters-of-liberty]

Remembering the time my teacher yelled at me for having cheese, screaming "cheese is bad for you!" Causing me to feel shame for having cheese in my lunch box, causing me to do nothing but cry during lunch time, causing me to not eat during lunch time, causing me to come home starving and crying about my mean teacher.

Remembering the time a girl in kindergarten wiped paint on my shirt and didn't get in trouble for it.

Remembering the time the special needs kid in our class flashed everybody.

Remembering the time I told a friend I had a crush in a boy in our class, and she drew a stick figure picture of me and him having sex.

Remembering the time I was stretching in the middle of a test break, and the teacher deliberately tripped on my leg and acted like I was the foolish person unaware of my surroundings.

Remembering the time I got a third degree burn on my nose right before school, and the boys made fun of me for crying from the pain, which came and went throughout the day.

Remembering the school policy of "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" and considered people telling the teacher about verbal bullying to be tattling.

Remembering me being severely verbally bullied, called stupid and worthless and crybaby by classmates, went to the teacher about it, only for her to say "don't be a tattle-tale".

Remembering the time I got punched in the back for literally no reason at all, told the teacher, who told the principal, who spoke with my mom about the situation, and told her "B has to learn to live in the real world". In 2nd grade.

Remembering all the times I got in trouble for legitimately being sick.

Remembering the time the school sent a CPS worker to our house to do a wellness check because I'd called in too many times (with doctors notes, might I add). (Also the beginning of my hatred of the State butting their nose into my family and my health)

Remembering the time my teacher made my mom speak with her after clas because "I wasn't following teachers orders". I finished writing the sentence I was right in the middle of, and didn't want to lose my train of thought. Bitch also stole the Tinker Bell pen I was writing with and didn't give back until a week later. 🤬

Remembering the time a girl acted like she was gonna punch my face and then laughed at me when I flinched.

Remembering the time I got slapped by a boy for being too annoying, but I was already developing a complex about talking too much from my parents, so I didn't tell on him, purely out of shame, even though that was a completely valid reason to. So yeah. That happened.

Remembering the time I made a friend, only for her to start making fun of my fashion sense and dumped me for her new bestie once we entered middle school, leaving me friendless yet again.

Remembering my middle school's expectation of taking a bathroom break between classes (we only had 10 minutes, it practically took me 7 just get my locker open and grab my stuff) and their policy of bathroom breaks during class resulting in a point, with each point adding up to detention. It took six points to get detention, and the bathroom break cards only reset every semester. The first two months, I got detention twice because I didn't have time to open my locker AND go to the bathroom, and couldn't hold it until the end of the school day. Tl;dr was penalized for having to pee, ya know, like a FUCKING HUMAN CHILD!

Remembering the time I was trying to be a good, and waited for her after gym class because she didn't want to walk back to class alone, but took for-fuckin-ever to get changed in the girls locker room. Also, school policy recommended having a buddy for teacher-unattended students traversing the halls by themselves. We both got in trouble. AND when confronted about it by a teacher, there was some made up bs about looking at the school trophy case? Idfk, but I told the truth, and he accused me of lying and said "there's cameras everywhere, so I know if you're lying". Firstly, kinda fucked up, secondly, don't appreciate being accused of lying, thirdly, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOUR TROPHIES.

Remembering ALL the teachers who treated me like a literal retard because of my inability to learn math like other students.

Remembering ALL the friends I made, times I gave them my number, and times they never reached out to me.

Remembering ALL the people who bullied me and called me a crybaby for being understandably sensitive to the, ya know, bullying.

Remembering all the times I told on them to a teacher, and was told to toughen up, and they received either a stern taking to and nothing else, or nothing at all.

Remembering all the times I tried to make friends, and was laughed at and called clingy and desperate. (Was I just supposed to eat lunch alone?)

Remembering all the times I was called ugly.

Remembering all the times I was called annoying.

Remembering all the times I queued my ass off and did my best and the teachers said it wasn't good enough. And the ONE TIME I did do enough, I turned it in late and didn't get any points for it.

In closing, I'm pretty sure if I had stayed in public school, I either would've become a teenage mom or a school shooter, honestly. At best, I probably would've assaulted a teacher or bullying classmate and gotten my heart irreparably broken by a fuck boy. I'm glad I was homeschooled from 6th grade on.

Remembering that time I passed out in the school hallway because I was dehydrated because the school wouldn’t allow us to carry water bottles and trying to get water from the fountain between classes clearly wasn’t enough