I hated school. from the first grade to the 12th grade. hated it.
be fat and stutter. be a bit of a sissy and be fat and stutter and tell me how great school is. i went to Gurdon Elementry school. i wanted to stay home and watch television. not go to a room full of paste eating monkeys. i wasn't that smart either. i couldn't spell. i was not to good at math either. i did a little "show n tell" thing once, though. how much of a fag i must have looked like, i can only guess. i had some record of my mother's. Cuban songs...nightclub music. i put on the record and then a big huge sombrero. "el manisero" was the song, and boy, did i dance! rising from the floor at the first notes of the song, then breaking into a full 'round the room'....the other kids must have loved it cause they sat there with no talk and mouths open. even Miss Benton was speechless when the room was 'pin drop' silent at the end of my act. a few people clapped untill they saw no one else was moving.
this was my high point in school. times were going to be rough, and i had not even moved to Texas yet...but that was coming. soon.