Category : sanity school
(And You Can, Too. Without Actually Having To Be Bullied.) His name was Charles Philip. That’s not his real name. His real name was Steve Markham. That’s not true, either. The name doesn’t matter. It’s not that I don’t want to embarrass him—I’m not even sure he’s still alive. It’s that he represents every person who ever bullied me, from Grade 3 to last summer…
It was a joyous afternoon, filled with promise and expectation. Who knew it would be overshadowed by years of misery and disappointment?
Adorable in her little uniform shirt at 6 years old, she was home from her first day of 1st Grade. She had changed into jean shorts and was sitting tall and proud at my grandmother’s antique desk. Pony-tail bobbing, she was ready to tackle her homework, proud in that “I’m-a-big-girl-now” kind of a way….