I used to dread it when August came, because I knew school was approaching soon. I never have been able to sleep much at night, from birth basically, and school, especially high school was torture. My natural bedtime, has always been 5am. My mom about lost her mind trying to figure out how to get me to sleep at night, all the so called "experts" told her to do this and that, and eventually, I would sleep all night. She never mentioned to anyone that I would pass out at 5 or so, and if left alone, would sleep until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. It might have helped both her and me if she had. She finally gave up after a while and left me alone in my crib. I kept myself busy mostly by looking out the window and watching trains go by.
When you have to get up at 730 for school, it's not good for you at all. I was a zombie most of the time, until noon at least, and would get worse and worse as the school week went on. On Saturday, I would want to do something, or go someplace but a fair part of the time, I just slept all day. Sunday was the same, and then Monday would come and the torture would begin again.
High school was the worst. Between the normal stuff going on, I was sick all the time, from being so worn down, and then there was the moron who harrassed me for a fair part of a year. About the time I had finallized my plans for an insanely high level of retaliation, he suddenly stopped messing with me. My plans for him were going to be to let him start his usual shoving and stuff, and proceed to use the club I had made to beat him into a coma. I had tried the usual stuff to get him to stop, and going to the school admin only made it worse.
by senior year I was basically too big to mess with, and after my cousin and I got into a fight and I tossed him accross the room, I was left alone. But the last half of senior year was very amusing after I cought my english teacher and a student coming out of a local hotel one Sunday afternoon. She went from harrassing me, and waking me up in an unpleasant way all the time (tossing water on me, or slamming a huge book down next to my head. One time, I thought she broke my eardrum, and came very close to slapping her a good one, was really angry, and sick on top of it) to having to kiss up to me to make me happy so I wouldn't destroy her career. No matter what I did or said, she would get this smile on her face, but her eyes gave away how angry she was. By the time June came, she was so happy to see me gone she could hardly stand it.
She's retired now, she taught for 50 years! I still run into her once in a while. She doesn't hide her feelings anymore. They live forever in her family, and at about 75, she looks 20 year younger, and her hair is still about 90% black, and she's not dying it!
One time at a friend's uncle's funeral, there she was. She sneered at me and hissed "You SOB!!" at me like she usually does when she sees me. When it was over, she was going to her car and I came up to her and hugged her. She started hitting me, and had a total meltdown in front of a couple hundred people. I just pretended to not have a clue why she was so upset. She got into her car and screamed all kinds of not so nice things I could do to myself until she was able to get out of the lot. My friends thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen, even though I never told them the whole story. Last time I saw her was in a restaurant. I sat down at the next table, and just as her food came, she saw me, and had a tantrum, and had her food put in containers and left, calling me all kinds of names. Her friend she was eating with just sat there and finally asked me, "what was that all about?" I just said to "ask her", and also to ask her "If she's moved up to college kids yet". She looked totally puzzled, but sat there and ate and then left. I would have loved to have heard their next conversation. I wonder if she told her friend the true story, or lied about it all.
The fun I had messing with her was almost worth all the torture..Well not really, but it was a lot of fun.
