2nd grade was great
This is basically two stories rolled into one.
1. So in the second grade my teacher was my moms old high school Spanish teacher, and she hates me. Like she would get mad at me because she taught in Spanish and I don’t know Spanish. Anyway she’d be like well too bad guess you better learn. Anyways, one day we were coming back from class and I guess I was slightly out of line but??? Anyways hmshe pulled me out further and was like “YOU BRAT, YOU’RE GONNA DROP OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER” (My mom had me at 18-dropped out to raise me) and I wasn’t about to have her talking shit about my momma, so I basically punched her and ran. I bumped into the school principal (who terrified the shit out of me, he creeped me out) I pushed past and basically hid in the school until it was time to go home. So I don’t tell my mom any of this until years later (so basically this year now that I’m turning 16) but the next day I have decided I’m not returning to that class. So it was a Friday, now at that school would say the pledge of allegiance in the cafeteria + every other week we would sing the national anthem. It was a regular Friday so I hid in the bathroom until everyone was gone (you sat with your class at breakfast) then I walked to a different classroom in the same hall. Ms. Primrose was possibly the greatest, but I never noticed that her class was actually right necmxt to evil Spanish ladies class.
2. Now in the second grade I was what would be considered a popular kid, so there were these two boys that liked me but I didn’t know which one I liked so the classrooms were two classes connected by like this little hallway and there was a bathroom in that hallway where either gender could go in them. So I told these two boys that all three of us were going to sneak into that bathroom and whichever one could pick me up would be my boyfriend. Anyways let’s call him Sean, he won you know my hand in that bathroom right and so you know we dated and it was cool he had like his little table with all his friends that he sat at during lunch and because I was his girlfriend I got to sit there, anyways later in the year I was held back a little bit during class so you know I was late to lunch and I see some other girl sitting in my seat and I lose my shit obviously because that was my seat that was my throne and basically it was bad. So I get my lunch and I got my chocolate milk and I open the carton and I’m a Mexican female so I’m evil that’s just it and I get my chocolate milk and I pour it all over his hair and for basically the rest of the year I have to do like in school public service with the school lunchladies +lunchman who is actually my uncle and would cut my hair at JC Penny. But the stuff I was doing was sweeping and after lunch I would help them open all the leftover milk and pour it into buckets. It was weird.