Posted by The Minds Journal Editorial | Inspire Me | 36 |
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Now, I remember Sister Charles Marie. I was terrified of her in 6th grade. She taught math and I hated it so much; she knew it and picked on me all the time. I remember getting freezing cold hands just before she walked into the classroom. Looking back I think she really did try to help but I spent all my young life day dreaming and people couldn’t reach me. I think she knew I could understand but just didn’t listen .ironically
I secretly wanted so much to be liked by her and saw this happening with my other friends. She showed them she liked them. They got along. This was just the beginning of what my future would look like. Throughout the years I found there were to be other supervisors treating me the same way and other employees getting along better with them.
Always a challenge.
People only worry about me. Maybe keeping Barbie’s head in a jar wasn’t such a good idea
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