I was in my Business Law class today, doodling in my notebook, drawing out the floor plan for my future business, when my teacher made a comment. I don't remember her exact words, but what she said triggered a memory for me. I had to be about 13, in the 8th grade. My mom had moved us down here from Aurora, CO. She stuck in me in the first school that was in our district, Fannie C. Williams. I was put in the "honors" class, but the honors work came easily to me. What we were learning then I had already learned in the 7th grade, so really, I was suppose to skip a grade. I was the smartest kid in my class, when each quarter ended I always made the platinum honor roll, and had the highest GPA in my class.

I was really quiet though. I always sat in the back of my class, never said anything to my class mates. If a teacher called on me, I hesitated to answer, I was constantly taunted and made fun of. I remember one time in my Visual Arts class, we had to watch a tape, and unfortunately I sat in the front. I remember one of my class mates took an empty Pepsi can, and threw it at me. By then, I had learned to ignore the kids, but this one particular time, I got angry. I got up and walked over to the girls who threw it at me, and looked at them. They were laughing of course, they thought it was hilarious as most of the kids in that class did. But when I got up and walked over to them, the laughter stopped. They assumed I had gone over there to fight. But I didn't, I just stared at them. The girl who threw the can got up and got in my face. "What are you going to do?" she asked me. I just looked at her. She started laughing when I didn't say anything. I was burning with anger, and I waited for her to stop laughing. When she did, this look came into her eyes, it looked like fear, because it was then that she realized what she did. And all I could say was "Are you that unhappy with yourself, that you feel to bring others down along with you? You hate me because you really hate yourself." I dropped the can at her feet, and went back to my seat. No one said anything to me after that.

I don't know why I remembered that, I can't even remember what my teacher said that triggered that particular memory. I ran into that girl at Wal-Mart when I was a senior in high school. I had on my uniform, and she had on hers (Abe of course). My mom and I were fighting over what tooth paste to get when she walked up to us. "Didn't you use to go to Fannie?" She asked me. I stared at her, and my mother looked at me. "Yes, I did." I said. She smiled at me, but I frowned at her. "Do you remember me?" she asked. I smiled at her. She must have forgotten who I was. "Oh yeah, you're the girl who threw the Pepsi can at me in class." I said. She was speechless. My mom still said nothing, she was speechless as well. I turned away from the girl, and to my mom. "I think we should get Colgate." And with that, toothpaste in hand, we walked away.

On the brighter side of things, I got the head supervisor job, now I can tell those other crummy supervisors what to do (and it's about damn time, they suck). I wish I had the authority to fire people, so many people would be gone. I have so much studying to catch up on in accounting, but I'm in this mode right now where I'm being lazy. Oh well...