she’s nothing like me
Have I mentioned how much I disliked school? This is mostly because I was super skinny and had frizzy hair and kids were mean to me.
You’re probably thinking, “Cry me a river Ameena. It was like decades ago. Time to move on.”
Yes I should move on. And yet, my scarred psyche must analyze for a second, if for no other reason than to help me get to my point (which I assure you is below).
- Elementary School : We moved to a new neighborhood where I knew nobody. My teacher went by Dr. B and was scary. A little kid started calling me Amino Acid. I hid out in the library as much as possible.
- Jr. High School : I stupidly decided to have principles and refused to let some kid copy my homework. He made my life miserable by shoving me into the lockers every chance he got. I hid out in the library as much as possible.
- High School : My hair got frizzier. I got even taller and skinnier. I had braces and my sister’s hand-me-downs. Every day I had heart palpitations about who to sit with at lunch. The one plus? The library was huge! I spent as much time there as possible.
- College : I moved into an apartment at school. A neighbor took pity on me, introduced me to a blow dryer, and showed me how to use a brush. Aside from a roommate who kept stealing my food things were good! And then after spending one particularly fun evening studying at the library I was mugged at gunpoint. (How’s that for irony?)
The good news: The working world is 100 X better than school. Love it. Wouldn’t go back to school if someone paid me.
The other good news? I’m finally ready to make my point, and it is this:
That Maya, despite being brought up by a clearly maladjusted mother, loves her new school, already has lots of friends, loves her teacher and her after school program, and thankfully has good hair without the need for hot tools.
And all I can say is thank God that she’s nothing like me as a kid. Nothing.