It came to me in a Dream

In elementary school.....

Way back when....

They say you go to the same but different schools, because of the point of view from each student. They say you fill in the blank spots with movie scenes and music that you know. I say NAY.

Yeah, you can have a different experience than someone at your school, but it's the same school. It may be because I went to a very tiny school with a class of 85, or it may be because I'm right. Haha. No way. I can remember very few incidences of terrifying experiences of my elementary years. My grades were always up. My attitude was in the right spot.

I do remember one though. Sixth grade.

It came as a woman. A short lady, although very tall compared to my stature at the time. She was probably about 5'5" with enough meat on her to barely feed a mouse. She was dark as night, and care about her hair more than anything. She was an intern, and her name was Ms. Woods. She taught my English class for about 2 months, one of them being February. She would always make us write little essays about what was happening in the world. Once a week, we would turn in a one page paper on the news, but one week she sprung a trap. We didn't have to turn in a one page paper. No. It was to be 3 pages, and on Black History Month.

I thought ,"Oh, this will be easy," and boy I could not have been more wrong. She assigned people from "African American" history, and of course all of her favorites got Martin Luther Kin Jr., or Harriet Tubman, or Rosa Parks. This vile, evil, shadow of a person gave me Malcolm X. At first, I thought nothing of it. I just thought that it was just another guy. Little did I know, that she had given me the most racist person in the history of racism.

As I read about this man, and how he was got to prove to the world that the white man was out to get him, I became pissed. Being in the sixth grade, pissed was BAAADDD. I asked her the next day if I could have a different person, and she said, "No."

So I didn't do it. I asked to write about someone less demeaning to my name, and was turned down. I got a zero on the paper, and THEN she told us it was for two grades. So, I got two zeroes.

I made an 88 in that class. The lowest grade I've ever made in a class in school. I cried.