Oh let me whine about my kindergarten life. I went to the kindergarten which dots every neighbourhood (i shall not name it in case i get prosecuted. but i think you can guess) and when i was young these kindergartens employed female dogs for teachers. I mean the resemblence is uncanny. They bark, they bite and they make everyone's life miserable except of course if that of docile kids who have no idea that they can actually form words when they move their mouths. Unfortunately i didn't fall in that category. i was brown, inquisitive and noisy. So i was hated. with capital H.

Some of the abuses included getting my ear pulled because one of the trainee teachers lied. You know how we have stickers that we have to stick into the appropriate spaces. Well i could never get them out on my own. So i got the trainee to help me. I still have some vague recollection of the conversation.
teacher: ( tears the sticker as she puls it out) Oh No! Tear already. Never mind we throw it away.
Alisha: Can throw?
Teacher: I don't know but should be ok
Alisha: Ok come i throw.

So imagine me at 6. Shorter, cuter and innocent handing in my work with one less sticker. The permanent teacher there glared at me and demanded,"Where's this sticker?"
I replied, " That teacher tore it and she said can throw away."
By now the trainee teacher freaks out. Even at 6 i realised that honesty was not going to help me in this situation because she lied. She denied ever helping me with my stickers. My ear got pulled. It wasn't the pain but the humiliation and the bloody unfairness of the whole situation. i swear if i ever see that teacher i will make her feel as small as she made me feel when i was 6 and too young to defend myself.
Aside from being manhandled, i was always the last to be allowed home. Maybe that was my fault. I was talkative and inquisitive. Maybe i should have been docile or maybe i should make sure my child is never treated the way i was.
I am still not done. I once injured my chin and went to class with a bandage covering my chin. Then my teacher declared loudly, "LOOK AT HER! SHE HAS A BEARD!" And everyone just laughed. But me being me, i had to be a smartass. So i said,
'It's not a beard teacher, it's called a bandage' No points for guessing who went home last that day.

Alisha