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Tatooed Paper (cont.)

7

 

From the first grade the teachers saw me as a problem child. I was considered slow. I could not focus like the rest of the class could. Most of what I remember from the First Grade is staring out of the window, dreaming.

 

I do remember to pieces of work I did. The first was on a day when we were learning the color red. I colored in a big heart, not always sticking to the inside of the obvious object. If I think carefully it must’ve been Valentines’ Day when we learnt the word and color red. We were taught the phonetics. It was spilt into first: ‘rirr’ then ‘ehh’ and the resounding ‘da’. I can still see the large stenciled RED in the middle of my page. I said the word a few times, rolling it over in my head and thinking…this was genius. I found it amazing how the clumsy constants and single vowel flowed together.

 

8

 

By the second grade the teachers thought me to be stupid. I was on Ritalin and had gone to a few specialists who played games with me and told me to stop eating sugar. I still remember going to extra lessons after school. In these I played cards and read many books of Where’s Wally (this meant finding a four-eyed nerd in a stripped top in a crowd of thousands of people).

 

All of this meant in the second grade I got sent to the Aids Class. This didn’t mean we had a disease (except stupidity). We just had to be ‘aided’ along. It was a collection of all the misfits and slow learners. The class was kept small so more attention could be paid instead of running along with the herd.

 

9

 

Photo Day. When you are knee high, standing in front of a stranger and grinning is actually something you enjoy doing. We had a problem though. When you are the smallest class in the school you can’t stand in a row of twelve people. So our teacher came up with a plan. We were to get a ladder and gather around it. The smallest guy called Ryan peeked out from the top (standing on the highest rung.) I think I stood near the bottom since I was tall for my grade. There were others that stood on the ground.

 

There was only one girl in the class. Her name was Roxanne, as far as I remember. She had short blonde hair and wore glasses. She was quite nerdy, however friendly to me. I didn’t have any vague sense of attraction back then. She just seemed like another face in the crowd.

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One thought on “Tatooed Paper (cont.)

  1. Wow!

    Good memory! o_O

    Roxanne sounds like your first ever girlfriend (Weather or not you were consciously aware of the concept) – Although being the ONLY girl in the class… I guess you had no hope? 😦

    I eagerly await the next installment!

    – Reelix

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