k-12 ... also I have a kidney stone so I am not gonna edit which is funny since this is about school.

1. I served two 4 year terms as an elected official in k-12 public in my area, Eight years fighting for kiddos and young adults who were never endingly treated like trash, and the ‘premium’ district’s staff were / are 65% shite.

Memories from education that stayed with me

1st grade teacher was my first crush, I really loved her dearly.

4th grade teacher hated me and I had asked 4x to go to the nurse as I was not feeling well she said no and told me to stop trying to get out of long division, so I puked on her desk.

8th grade my gym teacher called me a bitch so I smacked his ass as hard as I could with a tennis racket thing and called him a unic for hitting a girl because she was better at sports than him on coke. (he refused to retell the story so I did not get school punishment) For the next few weeks I did everything I could to show him up until the end of the semester.

10th grade I was accused of putting ‘poppers’ in all the pencil sharpeners in classrooms. I never admitted it, but I spared one teacher who I really liked. He thanked me and all I did was nod. He never ratted me out.

12th grade a teacher hated me so much she attempted to make it so I could not ‘walk’ at graduation... she tried a few times to call my mom who would always say ‘8 to 3’ don’t you get paid to do a job? She (in front of the class) got very mad at me for explaining to her that how she was explaining what an ROI on a small start up would look like and that she should not dumb it down, we were an accelerated class weeks from being adults free to fight wars, make more humans, and be jailed as adults--- to which she lost her temper and said “It is clear your mother has no relationship to you, what is your fathers number, one of your parents need know why at graduation you will be standing in the parking lot”. I smiled... looked her in her baby-sitter book club looking face and said in truth, he died last semester- surly you noticed my absence?. As I watched her face change to something she was seemingly uncomfortable with, I slowly rose to my feet and hand on my heart began singing ‘Oh Danny Boy’ loud and slowly until she left the room.

I would go on... because as the years went by my life was CHANGED by educators through 12 years of college in ways my kids will pass to theirs and so on and so on.

I regret nothing typed here