Conscious of the Goblins

Kindergarten: Like a lot of tadpoles around that age. I was socially awkward and my frontal lobe still had a lot of room to gain spiritual meat. I remember in class, I would try to kiss my peers as a way to greet them. They would run away but of course, I didn't mean anything by it. Kids will be kids. I was also hand flapping on a supernatural limbo, which my parents thought was odd but nothing to slide down the pulse lane about. They didn't know, it was a sign of autism/aspergers. But like a lot of other kids, I hated going to school but boy, I took it to another mountain top. One day, I had went to school but I had the lightbulb to avoid class. While all the other students had crash landed into class, I decided to go to the gym. If you ever went to Stanton Elementary in New Boston, you'll know that the gym looked like a serial killer's basement than an actual gym. Lol. But either way, I decided to hide there. However, it didn't take that long for school staff to bullseye me there. And yes, I was certainly glued to the throne of guilt for it. I had recess taken away from me for a while.

Second Grade: Second Grade was what really got Bigfoot to kick me in the head. Lol. I started to notice some things and new evil spirits came into my life in general. Late 2003 was when I started to get bullied. Devin would always beat me up when the teacher left the room and would shove my head down a trash can. Lol. While it's a rubber chicken now looking back at it. It certainly wasn't at the time. This was also around the time when it became a crystal gem how strict my parents were. Kids around my age would pound the roadrunner around town. Playing on playgrounds and hanging out at tree houses. Mom would always pull me back with her umbilical cord if I wanted to do that. Hahaha.. There was a lot of stuff that other tadpoles my age were allowed to do but I definitely wasn't. I remember one time around this time, I had tried crossing the street to where other kids were. Mom embarrassed me by puking lava at me and dad would literally headbutt me. And if I wanna go through the forest fire with everyone. Dad has been headbutting me since I was a toddler.. My parents were also pretty big on throwing the invisible blades at each other. Just like how they are now. 

Third Grade: 3rd Grade was when I had started to do poorly in school. Hey, at least I'm not being a biological mannequin about it. To really bring back the ol' time traveling fairies. When the teacher was trying lodge some mundane block into our head, my brain would be transported somewhere else. I would literally get detentions for day dreaming in class. You bet your sweet bippy, I was drowning in the creek of apathy. And I was still getting bullied by other kids like the previous grade.