I hold a few bragging rights in several topics one being
getting expelled from school at the early age of 8 years old. Now that I am older looking back I would have
probably done the same thing that got me booted in the first place. Let me try to explain what it was like for me
at the age of 8 years old. First of all
I had seen my mother in jail on Mother’s Day for the first time, I had seen her
arrested a couple of times already, she had just went on the run, skipped out
on bail and her children. She had signed
temporary custody over to her parents our grandparents which after 4 years
turned in to a permanent thing until we found out she was alive. My grandmother was a mail carrier, sweet,
quiet, hardworking, much stressed and very scared woman. My grandfather was an angry abusive alcoholic
along with very stricked, very lazy and very controlling. Everyone kissed his ass for years due to
fear, trying to keep the peace or to protect my brother, my grandmother and
myself. Everyone kissed his ass but me
and let me tell ya I took beating after beating, ass whooping’s, cussing’s and
abuse than you could imagine. He tried
for years to break me and I would not break no matter what come my way. I fought him back as a little girl up against
a full grown man full of more anger than one person should be able to possess. Some of my grandfather’s favorite lines to my
grandmother were “Their lying I did not do that”, “I have no idea what they are
talking about”. Some of my grandfather’s
favorite lines to repeat to me “Crying only shows fear and weakness”, “If you
get a spanking somewhere else you are getting another one when you get home”, “Your
mother left you with me because she hates you” and “Your mother is dead and never coming back”. So at the age of 8 years old I was basically
thrown into a constant battle that I could have seriously not walked away from
one day. My poor little brother took so
much abuse that he by far did not deserve and myself did deserve some of it
because I fought my grandfather like hell.
Back to the story at hand my grandparents paid for my brother and me to
go to private school. We had both been
promoted a few grades already with my brother the picture perfect student and I
well book smart but honoree as hell. One
day we were put on some reading machines with helped us to read faster which
was followed by test on the current reading material to test our
comprehension. This was soon before I
was tested for learning disabilities by my next school to find out I did indeed
have Dyslexia but, the preacher’s wife who ran the school decided to grab my
face and give me a speech. She put her
hand on both sides of my cheeks and squeezed so hard that her fingers were
touching each other on the inside of my mouth.
Why you ask? Because I was not
paying attention as well as my brother, why wasn’t I more like my brother... etc
etc etc…?? Truth was I could and can
read a little over 1000 words per minute but I read them right to left instead
of left to right and have the ability to understand it correctly. She thought I was screwing off because my
head was faced a different direction. To
make a long story shorter I punched her in the nose and caused it to bleed
quite a bit just to get the boot that very day.
Which was followed with one hell of an ass whooping after I got home and
I was enrolled into a new private school the next week. My brother however remained in the first
school with his goody goody self.