Arrivals... There Goes the Neighborhood

Ok so I forgot a bit about what this topic is supposed to be about...but I do remember what came to my mind when our teacher mentioned it….so I’ll just write that. I was homeschooled until 3^rd grade. In 2^nd grade I went to school for a month, but I couldn’t “handle” it (lol) and transferred out. This school we’re speaking of goes by the name of Drake, a CPS that is predominately black. During my years of studying at home, I only socialized with family, ALL FAMILY, and if you can guess (or have been in the same situation) I was antisocial. Incredibly. My family lived in a (small) apartment not far from the school, and my mother was having more children (by the year hahaha) and couldn’t teach us all to the full extent that she approved of, therefore she sent us off to school for a while. So, I was off to Drake. Like I mentioned before, I tried 2^nd grade first. Now, before we get into the story, I also had my two other sisters attending with me. Ok…When I arrived, I met my extremely nice/patient homeroom teacher. I also met a boy who I guessed I liked back then, (HA! 2^nd grade love pfft), and from what I could tell he liked me also, so this made school all-the better. Everything was going fine, until my mom ABANDED ME in the classroom with a whole lot of children. That night, I told my mom I was being bullied, some kid tried to pull my scarf off, somewhere along those lines…but she sent me back anyway, and every day I had other fibs to tell about school, and within a month I was free. HALLELUHAH. Still, my mother had a HUGE work load teaching all of us, and asked me if I wanted to try again. I wanted to scream, but didn’t, since I am the oldest. I can’t do that. “I’ll try again.” 3^rd grade I was back in the hell hole, but this time me teacher was crazy. She used to scare yet fascinate me with her wildness and energy. That night I told my dad (I am daddy’s girl by the way lol) she was trying to hurt me (with her craziness). I didn’t really go into much detail after that, but my dad was at the school the next day. For some reason, he came to my school very calmly, spoke with the teacher very calmly, and left me at school; very calmly. I decided I need to stop this madness, and I went to school the next day. My parents dropped me off in front of the school, and I walked my sisters to their classrooms. Seconds later, not trying, a huge fear and sadness came over me. I missed my mother, and my papa, and my sisters down the hallway. I cried continuously for the first 3 whole months. Some reason they stopped when I got home. I know right, how could my parents leave me there for 3 months. Some kids already thought I was weird because of my scarf, but I gained friends through letting them braid my hair. I stayed there for the whole year, and then I moved to a new neighborhood and school where all the kids HATED ME. Gosh, I didn’t even speak to them.