I hated second grade. I can remember far too much of it.
I didn't understand subtraction. My teacher knew I struggled, and still... she called me to the board.
There was an outbreak of lice, and because I was different than the other girls, smaller, younger, stranger, a rumor surfaced that I'd had it first. Which wasn't true and shouldn't have mattered even if it was.
The injustices of that year seemed endless.
- Another student hit me in the head with a tin lunch box. Scooby Doo.
- While waiting for my mother to pick me up from school I hit my knee on a metal bar, (Okay, so it was my fault. I mean... we weren't supposed to do the criss cross thing with the swings. You remember, the one where you twist the swings together and you unspin at the speed of light?) The nurse poured peroxide on the cut which would have been FINE if I hadn't just had surgery meaning the cut was really split stitches. Yeah.
- I joined a group of kids taunting another kid for wearing glasses. I wanted so much to belong that I sang that awful song "Two four six eight who do we appreciate? Four eyes, four eyes FOURRRRRR eyes!" And then? Got glasses.
Tugboat helping out
Tugboats float in the harbor
Pulling boats ashore
And we made cranberry orange relish for thanksgiving. It was GREAT. (Bitter, but fun)
The truth is, the first horrible year of second grade wasn't a total wash.
You see...we did the most amazing art project. We drew a picture in crayon (Brighter the better, brighter the better) and then covered it with black crayon and then scratched out designs with a toothpick revealing the brilliance underneath.
And if I'd never done that project, I wouldn't have understood dark and light. So I'm so happy that I had the experience, no matter how hard it was.
How about you? Would you go back and change the bad parts? Or do they help you to better understand the good?
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