Grade One

Grade One

Grade 1, I mumbled when I recited the sentences.
My teacher decided I was mentally stunted.
Maybe go as far to think I was mentally retarded.
The only problem I had was I couldn’t say the words.
For I had not mental but physical problems at birth.

Four years of my life sounded of a blur.
But yet the teacher decided to assume I was flawed.
Wrong, broken and slow.
That I didn’t listen, that I was hyper and lacked
A capacity to learn.

Grade 1,
The first year of school.
And a teacher had already decided to lay their
Ugly little words and whispers behind my parent’s backs.
Gawked and screeched like hyenas at my weakness
For I wasn’t as smart and obeying like the other kittens.
Too young to know that my teacher thought I was flawed
A little girl who only just had gunk in her ear canal.
Physically couldn’t hear but assumed I was mentally
Unprepared.

Too young to be able to figure out,
That my grade 1 school bully
Was my teacher.

#mybully #metoo #soistayed

 

 

Mike Sosteric (Dr. S.)
Just another loud mouth sociology professor, teaching sociology courses at Athabasca University. Check me out here at the Socjourn, over there at The Conversation and at academia.edu.