Step One>>>
I am going to start this story with the earliest complete and specific memory I have. Of course, over the years one remembers bits and pieces of various things that happened when young, but this particular situation is burned in my brain as the beginning of my knowledge regarding the power I have.
I was in kindergarten when I remember a certain teacher attempting to make me bend into what she expected a little boy of the eighties to be. She was what we would consider old-school in that her ideals would have fit better in the sixties, or maybe even the fifties. She did not like my silky long hair, in fact she even said what a "pretty girl" I would have made. This could have been traumatic for someone of a different ilk, but not for me. No fucking way could I let someone so unimportant to my being have the upper hand and try to play me. So I began to devise a plan. It was crude I admit, shit, I was only five or six, but it was a plan nonetheless. I was going to make her feel like she had done something wrong like she tried to make me feel.
It was my birthday and, as has always happened in my knowledge but make little sense, I was supposed to bring in a snack for the rest of the kids, well, I didn't. I said my birthday was the day before and I was upset that no one remembered. She argued with me to the point that I was abe to draw a few tears from my eyes and make her question her supposed superior knowledge. She went frantically looking for her list which should have been complete with everyone's true birthday. She found it and felt she had even more ground on which to stand. The sheet, which she vehemently pointed at, said my birthday was March 25th. I insisted it was March 24th but she wouldn't listen. She even called my mother who backed me because she knew there had to be a reason for my mistake. There wasn't but she inadvertently helped me do what I had set out to do. That teacher never questioned me again and pretty much left me alone form that pint forward. Mom, for some reason, never questioned my motives and actually began celebrating my birthday on my chosen day of March 24th.
I was in kindergarten when I remember a certain teacher attempting to make me bend into what she expected a little boy of the eighties to be. She was what we would consider old-school in that her ideals would have fit better in the sixties, or maybe even the fifties. She did not like my silky long hair, in fact she even said what a "pretty girl" I would have made. This could have been traumatic for someone of a different ilk, but not for me. No fucking way could I let someone so unimportant to my being have the upper hand and try to play me. So I began to devise a plan. It was crude I admit, shit, I was only five or six, but it was a plan nonetheless. I was going to make her feel like she had done something wrong like she tried to make me feel.
It was my birthday and, as has always happened in my knowledge but make little sense, I was supposed to bring in a snack for the rest of the kids, well, I didn't. I said my birthday was the day before and I was upset that no one remembered. She argued with me to the point that I was abe to draw a few tears from my eyes and make her question her supposed superior knowledge. She went frantically looking for her list which should have been complete with everyone's true birthday. She found it and felt she had even more ground on which to stand. The sheet, which she vehemently pointed at, said my birthday was March 25th. I insisted it was March 24th but she wouldn't listen. She even called my mother who backed me because she knew there had to be a reason for my mistake. There wasn't but she inadvertently helped me do what I had set out to do. That teacher never questioned me again and pretty much left me alone form that pint forward. Mom, for some reason, never questioned my motives and actually began celebrating my birthday on my chosen day of March 24th.
posted by johnathan e | 1:31 PM
2 Comments:
I've only read this first entry, and already, I know I'd buy it if I was browsing for it in the store.
Thank you soo much. I will keep it coming for you as soon as possible.
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