Day Thirty-eight - Signs of life

Seventh grade, my second attempt. So, going into that iteration I already knew where I had to improve in order not to fail via being kicked out of school : actually attend classes. How that would help me actually pass the year would be ultimately up to me. Understand that by this time I was already feeling that my time spent in the school system was already coming to an end, so my desire to actually be in school and any desire to perform academically were very, very low. And yet again, an all new set of faces I had never met before. To be honest, this would prove to be my worst bunch of classmates so far : while In the past I'd attended a very dodgy school for about one and a half years, there the kids would mostly be out of one another's way, with a few exceptions. And if in my previous year in this school I'd had that boon of having everyone know me as Batman, this time around it no longer applied. 

So let's get this clear : the school year itself was pretty much uneventful; I'd move on to the eighth grade but just passing by the skin of my teeth. It was touch and go for a while there, and I'm pretty sure maybe a couple of teachers took pity on me. The bad part of the year was that I had some guys in my class which were nasty pieces of business, and they made sure that my time there wasn't a pleasant one. I can recall at least a physical altercation with one of the kids that ended up with me getting my ass kicked. Worst of all, this kid had a cousin in some other class and he made my life there a living hell. I don't think he was ever physically violent towards me, but psychologically, jesus... every single time I crossed paths with him he'd do my head in. There was also a very good and surprising part : yet again I'd make a good friend that would last the rest of the year - though only that; I only saw that kid once again after that school year, because guess what, I'd have moved to yet another different school, and it was decidedly strange... almost unfriendly in a way. 

But throughout that year Jorge was the kid who I really got along with - I can't remember now what exactly it was that brought us together, other than us being nuts for the same football team. But for whichever reason, me and him hung around a bunch during school and even out of school I'd go to his house a lot - he didn't live that far from our school, so sometimes he'd invite me for lunch, or we'd just go there and play computer games. Which reminds that besides him I also struck a friendship with another kid - Fernando. In fact the three of us were good friends. Too bad it didn't last long.