Day Thirty - This is the last time

So midyear I went back to the same school where I'd gone for my third grade. I'm not sure now, but as I remember it I didn't have very many classmates that had been in the school in or around that time, but one in particular I knew for sure had been in my class - a gilr called Ana Lucia. And hot damn, even in the third grade she was the prettiest girl in school, and by the sixth, she'd become even more beautiful. I can't tell you how many times she caught me staring at her during class, I just couldn't help it. Her eyes transfixed me, eyes of a very light green that became pools in my mind, in which I wanted to dive forever. And when she'd catch me staring at her, she'd always stare back smile - I was such a coward back then that I never followed up on anything that might or might not be there. Then, as in a way I do still, I felt that I was utterly undeserving of affection, especially coming from such a breath-taking nymph. 

I once again struggled to many any friends, but there was this kid in my class called Pedro, and he sat next to me. One day he told me he was a 'neo-nazi', and me, never having heard of a such a thing, asked him what that meant. He thought about it for a bit, then said that he thought that it meant being against nazis. And I thought oh cool, nobody likes that guys, so I'm a 'neo-nazi' too. Maybe a couple of days later, as my famliy was sitting down at the table for lunch, I announced proudly my decision. My father slapped the shit out of me, but that wasn't the worst part - no, that was seeing the disappointed look on my mother's face. And though I tried to explain what I thought I was trying to convey, I still got sent away from the table and duly grounded. And from then on, though I already knew it, I knew even better.

This school I was going to, it was a private school, and you couldn't really fail as long as your parents paid enough. And though I still struggled with maths, here I seemed to be doing a lot better than in my previous school. We only had, I don't know, maybe three different teachers, and each taught us a few different classes. For example, my physical education teacher was the same guy who taught us science, and maybe the guy who taught us the art class also taught us history, stuff like that. As a kid, it never really made any sense to me, but what did I know? What I did know was that the physical education / science guy never liked me. Maybe because I was a transfer student, maybe because I may have been a bit of a smartass, this guy took a an immediate dislike to me and would often tell me how I was going to fail his class. He was in for quite a surprise, though.