The Phantom of Liberty

This blog will not explore what I hate so much as it is a sort of memory that I find good to write about(it’s an assignment for English, that’s why it is going to be less interesting than something that I think of for the whole day).

When I was in fourth grade, my mom told me we had to move away(I had started to get bad grades and my teacher was an absolute witch, plus my mom had a new boyfriend who lived in Charleston and had gotten and better job[I forget which job it was, but she later went back to college]). I remember the last day I had at school was both my best and worst day there.

It was the best in the sense that I was a completely obnoxious. I did nothing the teacher told me to do and I got revenge for the all the things people had done to me in the course of that year. It was also good because I knew that whatever happened, I would survive that day unhurt and innocent. My mom picked me up and had all my things in this trunk of mine. The story behind this trunk is kind of funny because when I was four, I found it in my bedroom and thought it was a coffin. I figured my mom had given it to me to tell me that our family was a family of vampires and that I was now old enough to join them. Well, I was wrong and my mom and step-dad laughed at this for the longest time.

It was the worst day because I had to say goodbye to all of my(at the time) friends and move to Charleston. I was not a fan of Charleston when I got there, I had no friends and didn’t really make any(at Dunbar anyways). I despised that school, and I would have preferred to have that witch of a teacher instead of being at a school full of idiots and the culturally inept. That year, I became very introverted and became more isolated from the world… I really didn’t care if I had friends anymore. I still that way today, except to a lesser extent.

Then, I went to John Adams, which had just at the time became a Middle School, during my sixth grade year, I was… odd… I didn’t fit in and tried my best not to. Halfway through that year, I became more normal and started to get some friends, whom I still consider friends today. My seventh and eigth grade years were pretty normal and boring. My high school years I will save for when I have finished high school.

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”

~ by mastercyclon on April 14, 2008. Tagged: Change, Me, Memory, People