Friday, October 30, 2009

When I was five, I colored a heart purple, and my teacher made fun of me. She called me out in front of the whole class to point out that I did not know what color a heart was. I wish I could go back in time and tell this woman, that she can’t tell me what color I can or can’t use to describe my own heart. Even today, I don’t believe that Mrs. Jones knows what color a heart is, let alone mine.

4 comments:

Tasha said...

I really like this post.

yellowpansy15 said...

Thanks.

Amelia said...

I also really like this post. It's very real. And so fucking true.

yellowpansy15 said...

Thanks.

I wish it wasn't true. I really hated that teacher.

She also sent lots of students to the office to be spanked. She was just an all-around terrible person.