It all began in preschool, because I was curious how things worked, and I played with other kids. Like normal. The teachers suggested I was autistic. That I was the fancy “R-word”. This set the table for my school years. A good clean start. The real crime though is that they never told me. They let me figure out my “disability” on my own. I do not have autism. I wish I could look at my records to see the actual words they used for me. I wonder if it still says that about me. If it does, I’ll just say, “I knew it.”
1st Grade: I learned the first and most important rule of life, you are nobody, you cannot stand up for yourself. When you try to stand up and say, “I did not do it, I don’t deserve to be punished.” You will be punished for “back …show more content…
But I will not use them, on the copy I have of this, every single word is on it. Lake View was like Hanoi-Hilton, Alcatraz, or some evil Russian prison. I constantly have flashbacks of that place. I cherish every step I take now, “At least this is not Lake View.” I still remember, every moment. I take this seriously, I am not goofing. That place was horrible. I was brainwashed into thinking I was nothing. I was never really bullied, I would probably be the bully. Not because it was fun. But to protect them from Lake View's punishments. In Lake view, you were told not to be anyone. “I want to be a director.” I’d say, that was my dream. “You’ll never be anything!” My teachers would say. In Lake View, you were not allowed to have dreams. To this day I have no life goals. Go ahead, try to make me. Lake View made it clear, if you have a dream, you can think about it on the …show more content…
I tried to stand up for someone once. Oh I paid for it. Now I know. No matter how much things having to do with helping other people you teach, I will never stand up for no one. Ever. I never wish to go through that verbal lashing from my father again. I know my father yelled at me. I don’t blame him. My teacher called my house that night, she wanted to know my dad’s cell phone number was, because he was still at work. I told her his number, I surrendered. I paid for my mistake, standing up for other people. It is wrong and I’ll never do it again.
7th Grade: This was the turning point. I started caring about school and about my grades. I started getting A’s and B’s, honor roll. All because I followed simple rules. Do your homework, do not stand up, and do not be an individual. I finally learned, and even now I am successful.
8th Grade: Fun year, in science we barely had homework. And we were mostly in the lab. Other than that It went by fast.
9th Grade to present: I think Lake View is wearing off. I hope. I don’t have as many flashbacks any more. Anyway I’m deeply happy I’m not a freshman anymore. I consider myself individual now. Yippee
1st Grade: I learned the first and most important rule of life, you are nobody, you cannot stand up for yourself. When you try to stand up and say, “I did not do it, I don’t deserve to be punished.” You will be punished for “back …show more content…
But I will not use them, on the copy I have of this, every single word is on it. Lake View was like Hanoi-Hilton, Alcatraz, or some evil Russian prison. I constantly have flashbacks of that place. I cherish every step I take now, “At least this is not Lake View.” I still remember, every moment. I take this seriously, I am not goofing. That place was horrible. I was brainwashed into thinking I was nothing. I was never really bullied, I would probably be the bully. Not because it was fun. But to protect them from Lake View's punishments. In Lake view, you were told not to be anyone. “I want to be a director.” I’d say, that was my dream. “You’ll never be anything!” My teachers would say. In Lake View, you were not allowed to have dreams. To this day I have no life goals. Go ahead, try to make me. Lake View made it clear, if you have a dream, you can think about it on the …show more content…
I tried to stand up for someone once. Oh I paid for it. Now I know. No matter how much things having to do with helping other people you teach, I will never stand up for no one. Ever. I never wish to go through that verbal lashing from my father again. I know my father yelled at me. I don’t blame him. My teacher called my house that night, she wanted to know my dad’s cell phone number was, because he was still at work. I told her his number, I surrendered. I paid for my mistake, standing up for other people. It is wrong and I’ll never do it again.
7th Grade: This was the turning point. I started caring about school and about my grades. I started getting A’s and B’s, honor roll. All because I followed simple rules. Do your homework, do not stand up, and do not be an individual. I finally learned, and even now I am successful.
8th Grade: Fun year, in science we barely had homework. And we were mostly in the lab. Other than that It went by fast.
9th Grade to present: I think Lake View is wearing off. I hope. I don’t have as many flashbacks any more. Anyway I’m deeply happy I’m not a freshman anymore. I consider myself individual now. Yippee