Step Three>>>

This next section of my life we'll call, oh fuck the "we" bullshit I most defiantly mean ME, or more correctly, I. So, that diatribe being completed, let me start again.

This section of my life I will call the late elementary years because it spans the last three years in the aforementioned schooling era. I begin with experiences in the fourth grade where I was beginning to use my previously noticed skills with much greater premeditation, and to a great deal of success, which, as you might have assumed, would only grow with the passing years. There were a few things going on in that year but three stick out as being most important to me.

Within the first month of school, I had lost a red hooded sweatshirt somewhere and I was getting brow-beaten at home about it so I blamed my unsuspecting teacher. Wow! That was a mistake. The woman was wonderful, but, MAN, was she pissed when she found out I lied on her. The woman marched me to the "lost and found" then made me apologize for my actions in front of my mother, her and the principal, THEN, threatened me with a swat to boot. What a BITCH, was the only thought in my mind at the time. Looking back, though, I realize that entire incident was one of my most worthy learning experiences. It taught me to think about my lies much more thoroughly before the mouth opened. You, Mrs. Thomas, are a Goddess in my mind. Thank you for your nasty streak.