1Primary School:2
Half way through year three my family moved to a small town near Coffs Harbour (I'm in Australia so...sorry if anyone doesnt know where that is). I HATED the school, I cried for like two weeks straight when I moved there, which is embarrassing enough. I was a cry-baby, I had to be hugged by my new friends every morning and hated going to school.3
Then in maybe my second or third week at the new school, I got a merit award. I'm pretty sure I ripped it up afterwards so I have no idea what it was for.The whole school (not huge...only like 100 kids, but when you're 8 years old that is big) plus a whole big group of parents and teachers were the audience. I was shy anyway, I didn't want to get up in front of the school for anything, but they called my name.4
I stood up, going red as I did. I knew something was wrong. All the other kids that had had their names called out were about a foot shorter than me and none of them were in my year three class.5
They were kindergarteners.I'd been called up in front of the whole school plus parents, with the kindergarten kids.6
My face went bright red, I could feel the tears coming through but I forced them back. 7
The teacher, I don't even remember who it was,corrected the mistake with a laugh, that didn't help me either, and still shook my hand as per usual. I walked quickly back to my seat, whether everyone really was watching or not, it sure felt like they were. I tried to avoid assembley as much as possible for the next three and a half years of primary school.8
High School:9
It was year seven, and my second P.E class of the year.I hate P.E, always have, always will. I knew no-one but my friend Honey and it was daunting being in a new class. I felt really sick through the whole lesson so my teacher let me sit out of the game they were playing. It was inside the P.E demountable and everyone was in a circle, except me, I was sitting in a chair staring directly at the ground, head between my legs. My class was made up mostly of people who thought they were really cool, the type that make fun of people who haven't hooked up and stuff like that.10
I started to feel my mouth being forced open, the feeling I get whenever I throw up, I'm diabetic, so it's pretty often.11
Two girls turned around, one of them, Beth, asked me if I was ok. All I could do was shake my head. She went to call the teacher...but it was too late.I'd thrown up inside a classroom on my second P.E lesson. The idiotic teacher didn't take me to sick bay, even though I was a diabetic who had just thrown up, she just told me to sit out on the front steps for the rest of the lesson.12
That was ok.....not.When I was sitting on the steps I was visible to around six other class rooms, all filled with senior classes.It didn't help me that I could hear kids in my class say things about it, I heard one kid say out loud 'Yuck, what a disgusting child." He couldn't talk.He deals drugs.He was the type I spoke about before, he thought he was cool. I hated that kid from then on, and I hated P.E from then on. I had one of the worst starts to high school anyone could get.13
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