Sixth Grade Cabin Trip Therapist Dan: “So tell me more about your friend Xavier.”
Me: “There’s not much to tell since he’s too busy working two jobs just to stay afloat.”
Therapist Dan: “No, no, no. I mean tell me about what it was like growing up with Xavier. Perhaps a story about something you went through with him.”
Me: “Toastmasters’ style?”
Therapist Dan: “Sure.”
It was our turn to go next. I was so nervous I hyperventilated. The stage crew was supposed to flash the spotlight on me before we started. So I lay down, had the lights go dim. We hummed and we hummed the dark creepy intro song until the climax of the song…
The last week of sixth grade our teachers offered us a camping trip in these cabins up north in Arizona. It was towards more trees, mountains and cool fresh air. It was the teachers’ way of congratulating us on passing sixth grade. I always felt drawn towards the outdoors and nature. My best pal Xavier and I lucked out because we were paired in the same group. But, we got stuck with these two other misfits. Our trip consisted of hiking, three meals a day, arts and crafts, games and a skit everyone there had to rehearse for the last night of our trip. Yeah, we weren’t thrilled about the skit thing. At first neither of us knew what the hell to do for it (Plus we were …show more content…
However, he couldn’t fight my battles for me. That was something I had to learn on my own. My nightmares of middle school took the form of a long black striped unassuming, orange/yellow school bus. It might have looked innocent on the outside to people driving passed it on the road, but I suffered a lot of torment my first year in middle school every morning and afternoon. Xavier ignored the abuse from a distance because he rode my bus too. I suppose a part of me was pissed that my best friend didn’t attempt to break up the abuse I got from the bullies. I rationalized that he didn’t want to cause an issue for
Me: “There’s not much to tell since he’s too busy working two jobs just to stay afloat.”
Therapist Dan: “No, no, no. I mean tell me about what it was like growing up with Xavier. Perhaps a story about something you went through with him.”
Me: “Toastmasters’ style?”
Therapist Dan: “Sure.”
It was our turn to go next. I was so nervous I hyperventilated. The stage crew was supposed to flash the spotlight on me before we started. So I lay down, had the lights go dim. We hummed and we hummed the dark creepy intro song until the climax of the song…
The last week of sixth grade our teachers offered us a camping trip in these cabins up north in Arizona. It was towards more trees, mountains and cool fresh air. It was the teachers’ way of congratulating us on passing sixth grade. I always felt drawn towards the outdoors and nature. My best pal Xavier and I lucked out because we were paired in the same group. But, we got stuck with these two other misfits. Our trip consisted of hiking, three meals a day, arts and crafts, games and a skit everyone there had to rehearse for the last night of our trip. Yeah, we weren’t thrilled about the skit thing. At first neither of us knew what the hell to do for it (Plus we were …show more content…
However, he couldn’t fight my battles for me. That was something I had to learn on my own. My nightmares of middle school took the form of a long black striped unassuming, orange/yellow school bus. It might have looked innocent on the outside to people driving passed it on the road, but I suffered a lot of torment my first year in middle school every morning and afternoon. Xavier ignored the abuse from a distance because he rode my bus too. I suppose a part of me was pissed that my best friend didn’t attempt to break up the abuse I got from the bullies. I rationalized that he didn’t want to cause an issue for