it's been years since I was in the 7th grade, but i still feel horribly guilty about this....
we were watching a film in our 7th grade english class.
lights were out.
tv was loud.
this goofy looking kid sat behind me....
he kept kicking my chair and it was slowly driving me nuts.
i'd asked him to stop a bunch of times.
he wouldn't stop.
i even threatened him and told him that if he didn't stop, i was going to punch him.
that's what i said.
"if you don't stop, i'm gonna punch you!!!!"
he didn't stop.
in fact, he kept kicking and LAUGHED while he did it.
i remember his shoes left shoe marks on my clothes and that was it for me.
i turned around and slugged the guy so hard, right in his face.
i knocked his glasses off of his face and onto the floor and he cried.
i felt horrible.
speaking of glasses....
it reminded me of when this kid named jonathan guerrero and some other bully played keep away with my glasses in first grade, and when they dropped them (somewhere) on the playground, i couldn't see them, and i remember asking people in passing if they saw a pair of glasses on the ground....
is that absolutely pathetic of me that I remember 2 boys playing keep away with my glasses in the first grade?
you'd think you'd let the small stuff go, right?
i think this was the beginning of my caring heart....
i never wanted to intentionally make someone feel that bad....
well that started the caring heart thing, but why, at SUCH a young age did i start hoarding things?
(fear of abandonment?) i don't know.... but i still have EVERY single pair of glasses i've ever owned.
i have a totem pole that i made in 1st grade.
i have a doll that my dad gave me when i was five.
since then i've thrown up in her hair, attempted to wash it, and when that failed, i just cut her tangled hair and then attempted to brush the rest. (that was at about 7 years of age, and i stillllll have this doll. her name is pamela.)
i think i'm going to take a picture of all of these belongings (dysfunctions) and post them on here.
THEN i just might start feeling embarrassed that i still actually have all this stuff and start getting rid of it.
anyway.... sorry brian wooten for punching you in the face and knocking your glasses off.
now i'd probably better go help jason. he's outside pulling weeds by his lonesome.
what a great husband.
i hate yardwork.