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Every morning as I walk to school through the dark blue decrepit world, I feel like I’m coming down with the flu. By the time I reach the school, my entire body is depleted as if I have spent the night in chills, reabsorbing the damp excreting from my own pores. I am always excreting something. My ex-boyfriend noticed it. He would ask why I was always cold and sweating, why I was always at war with myself. When he licked the excretions off my body, I would ask myself, Is this a life? He used to say dirty things to me like, Desubjectify me, bitch. The way he fucked was senseless and crazy. I don’t get fucked like that anymore. As a teacher I am not getting fucked and the children can tell. Some of the children are teenagers and menstruating and ejaculating. They have no control over their excretions and, in that way, perhaps we’re all alike. Sometimes they talk to me as if I’m a nun. No, little children, I’m not a nun. I never was. There are people where I am standing, outside the school’s entrance. I am waiting to open the door. I encounter someone’s father. He has a cord of wood strapped to his back. How are you, Maya’s teacher? No, how are you? Then a different father holds the door open for me. Go on in, he says. I have always hated people’s families and fathers. The school is inside what used to be an American legion hall. It’s an open space the size of a gymnasium with hundreds of chairs organised in circles and two offices and practice rooms and closets. Some of the children are huddled in clumps on the floor like mounds of peanut shells. The peanut shells are listening to the Notorious B.I.G. I touch the handle of the teachers’ bathroom. There is one adult bathroom for thirty adults. The sweat on my skin dries and leaves a thin film. The door is locked. A phone is ringing somewhere. I wait patiently. I am filled with
Whenever I remind of my school, it automatically brings smile in my face, what a beautiful life that was, everyone used to be Friends, still there were bullies too, I think not only friends but bullies also gave us memories to remember and then smiling over them a lot...My school, I can't figure out I should feel lucky to have lots of friends or I should feel the most melancholic as to get such friends I lost a few of them, but in present I'm happy knowing that "Gems" are always gonna be with me, lucky to have them.
I have changed so many schools and the best school in my life was the school, with whom I got attached the most, where there were my childhood bestie and ultimate bestie with me.
Somehow Everywhere I found my teachers so helpful, some of them liked me a lot, they used to be understanding, few teachers used to be strict but alas, all used to melt near me😋😋...that's my quality.
In every school my friends used to send me to talk to principal, actually they used to fear a lot, they used to be strict but they were casual with me.
Not only this, school is the warehouse for my pleasant, horrible,joyous memories.