My Fondest Memories

Hi, it's me again; NMooney. I am here to talk more about my childhood. In my last story, I talked about my elementary school experience. Now I will talk about my middle school experience. When I was in middle school, I really had a bad reputation. My teachers kept trying to help me, but I did not want to improve. I had the habit of talking down to my teacher's, sometimes not meaning to and other times meaning to. I could not hold my temper and I always got into confrontations with my peers. Just like in elementary school, I was in a special ed autistic support class room. I constantly got into arguments and sometimes physical fights with other kids in the class. I sometimes said racist talk without meaning to. I am not a racist, nor was I one to begin with, I just had issues. My teacher was very tough on me for being misbehaved, but he did have a gentle side too. I sometimes lost my cool from getting overwhelmed and said a bad word or talked down to my teacher and my teacher said no free time now! Work instead! I got very upset and that only made things doubly, triply, or even quadruply as bad. Then my teacher sometimes had to hold his temper and ask: "Why are you so upset? You deserve this harsh treatment because you acted inappropriate. If you do what is right, you will not get yelled at or disiplined." In other words, he was an authoritarian teacher. And there were some advantages to being in special ed, which I would nowadays say is not worth it. One is we had our own private field trips, except we had to be watched all the time, even during high school. We did not have to take as many classes as everyone else. We did not have to take semester exams. We basically spent half or more of our days having fun. but it's not worth it in my opinion because you are looked at as disabled and sometimes handicapped when put in special ed. But I really do love those memories. There was this one boy in my class named John Shelley. He was very smart, but also very close-minded and controlling. There was this girl named Carianne Doudrick, who left to go back to her old school. I made fun of her since then. It wasn't right, but it was fond memory because people accused me of being in love with her, which I was not, I was just being immature and judgmental. I put on the computer game high score files: Hooray, no more Carianne! Or Yay! Carianne is gone! Oh gosh, now I am giggling. Then another girl took her place. Her name was Emily Monzi. I didn't fancy her either, but we got along. She was a lot like me: vbery immature and misbehaved. And there was this kid named Trevor Snader. He was a very funny kid, but always had the tendency to get into trouble; worse than me. He gave people wet willies outta the clear blue. He pretended he hated carianne and that he was glad she left, and then he started acting all depressed about it. He was just dysfunctional, but in a very cute, funny and lovable way. I actually did have feelings for the opposite sex back in middle school, but I never told anyone. I never revealed that until I was 18. In middle school, almost no one liked me so it didn't really matter. One more immature thing about me is I made fun of another kid by saying: Tommy crapped on his lunch. Or Tommy peed on his girl. I laughed like a dumbass and acted stupid all the time. I still find that talk funny, I just don't use it or think about it much anymore. I guess it's part of growing up. Well that's pretty much all I have to say. Later I will write a story about my High School Asperger's Experience.

Take care, God Bless and Goodbye, Everyone

Coming Soon: My Asperger's High School Memories. Don't miss it.