Tuesday is a very fine day
Ok, so tonight was a bit different. instead of writing in here when my night is over and im totally drunk, well.. ok its mostly the same, but instead of looking towards the recent past, im instead going to look at the way back when, a time when i was innocent, or so it would seem....
flash back to little stevie balshaver, in the 1st grade. we were making paper dolls in class to demonstrate how, even though different cultures looked different outside, we were all god's creatures on the inside ( i went to a christian elementary school, go figure) I was assigned to do the picture of the african american male. As a strange joke ( i was a wierd kid) i put a crayon over the crotch of the afro-american and feigned having an erection, saying "guess we're not all the same" i got sent to the principal, both my parents were pulled out of work, and i was suspended briefly, knowing only a little about the offense i had commited. when having to explain what i had done in class to my parents, i apparently said " i dunno, maybe i colored bad?"
Flash forward five years, i was in 6th grade, at a school in san antonio. I knew a schoolmate's screen name on instant messenger, so i created a bogus account, something girly, and proceeded to internet sex this class mate with the help of one of my friends (highly pornographic, despite me not knowing hardly what to do in a sex act), and then printed up the whole thing, and brought it to school the next day to embarrass him. i passed around this conversation to other class mates, and soon, the teacher noticed what was going on and confiscated it. one nerdy guy who had been reading it last was sent to the principals office while i got to watch all the drama go down guilt free.
theres no real point to this post, im not getting anything off my chest, and i dont feel guilty. i suppose its more me blowing off steam and giving ya'll more ammunition. enjoy.
flash back to little stevie balshaver, in the 1st grade. we were making paper dolls in class to demonstrate how, even though different cultures looked different outside, we were all god's creatures on the inside ( i went to a christian elementary school, go figure) I was assigned to do the picture of the african american male. As a strange joke ( i was a wierd kid) i put a crayon over the crotch of the afro-american and feigned having an erection, saying "guess we're not all the same" i got sent to the principal, both my parents were pulled out of work, and i was suspended briefly, knowing only a little about the offense i had commited. when having to explain what i had done in class to my parents, i apparently said " i dunno, maybe i colored bad?"
Flash forward five years, i was in 6th grade, at a school in san antonio. I knew a schoolmate's screen name on instant messenger, so i created a bogus account, something girly, and proceeded to internet sex this class mate with the help of one of my friends (highly pornographic, despite me not knowing hardly what to do in a sex act), and then printed up the whole thing, and brought it to school the next day to embarrass him. i passed around this conversation to other class mates, and soon, the teacher noticed what was going on and confiscated it. one nerdy guy who had been reading it last was sent to the principals office while i got to watch all the drama go down guilt free.
theres no real point to this post, im not getting anything off my chest, and i dont feel guilty. i suppose its more me blowing off steam and giving ya'll more ammunition. enjoy.
posted by Steve at 11:41 PM
2 Comments:
All right...not to be critical or anything...but we did not go to a Christian elementary school. We went to normal, secular, little rich Houston/San Antonio suburban-kid elementary schools. And I don't ever remember this crayon offense occuring.
true, whomever wrote this is correct in saying that i did attend a rich kid elem. school in san antonio. but before that, i was at hidden forrest elementary in kingwood, known for its dangerous monkey bars and uptight teachings. id be curious to know who from my san antonio school is reading this, though. i welcome youre comments, even if they do anger me greatly. which they dont. all the time.
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