socially inept once. look at me now.

my mom told me things about my nursery year. it's so weird, that i rarely spoke that year and that a lot of bad things happened to me at that time. i didn't speak, out of fear, not because i was stupid. nobody prepared me for this. i wasn't ready. and the teacher actually thought that i was stupid, therefore, i would not be able to answer her questions. my mum actually told the teacher off for branding me that way. "Just because she doesn't talk to you it doesn't mean that she's stupid or incapable of an education. How can you say such a thing to a student?"


all i remember about my nursery year was that i was being bullied. yes, i was a very tiny girl. (believe it) and all the malay girls actually ganged up on me and did horrible things. they pinched me and said mean things. and once, they vandalised my book and blamed me for it. of course, i was duly punished for the crime i did not commit. of course my my mum noticed the pinch bruises and was mad that 1) i let people step on me and i didn't do anything 2) the teacher was too blind to notice what was happening. i wonder what happened to them. the bullies, i mean. i think they've become some sort of minah gangsters, rotting under some block somewhere. no, i'll be a bigger person. i wish them well. because i wouldn't have remembered their names any way. i tried deleting you from my memory, but painful ones like these will scar me forever, like the time i was bitten by a monkey. i have a painful childhood.


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