
My first day of school went like this:
I cried.
My second day of school went like this:
I cried.
My third day of school went like this:
I cried and the teacher called my mom.
I didn’t stop crying until I was months into kindergarten. I didn’t like my teacher and I thought she was mean. The kids were loud and gave me a headache. All I wanted was a safe place to hide, like a closet. It took me years to fit in at school, and by fit in I mean I leaned to stop crying. It got better in high school when I learned to do things like roll my eyes instead of hanging my head and weeping every time a teacher yelled or the other students got too loud and rowdy for my silly introverted brain.
This probably makes no sense to anyone that read my previous daily prompt where I said that I performed in a school play. 🤷♀️ I can’t explain that. I was happy on stage but most of the rest of the time not so much.
Maybe I just don’t make sense. 🤪
Or maybe I’m just human.
Repeat after me: I want to be a member. I want to be a member. I want to be a member…
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