My hard times in HS - part 2

This text is part 2 of 2. Please read part 1 here.

After being bullied all throughout 5th grade (equivalent of 9th grade for American schools), my mom decided to transfer me to a bigger school. I then went to where my best friend Louise attended. (I mentioned she even came all the way from Brazil to see me a couple years ago. She's awesome!) The problem was that I was late in the transfer and, by then, her class was full. I had to be put in a different class. She was 6th grade C and I was now A. (Schools in Brazil are a little different. You don't get to pick your subjects. You're in a big group and everyone attends the same classes.)

Because we were so close (have always been since kindergarten), I knew pretty much all of her friends and was very excited to change schools, but once I entered the A class, knowing nobody, things changed quickly. The girls hated me from day one because I was cute. I know that for a fact since, later on, when we got over those issues, they confessed it to me. What a life!

My hard times in HS - part 1

When I was still in Middle School I was very popular. I had the most friends, some of the best grades, knew all the teachers and all this kind of stuff some kids effortlessly have. Kinda like some movie you'd see with some teenage drama (I love those, by the way.)

Then, when High School started, all my friends left our little school and moved on to bigger 1000's+ people institutions. I considered (my parents did) moving as well, but the teachers knew me, right? I had good grades and the school, even small, had a great way of teaching. We decided I'd stay.

Embarassing my parents since the 1980's

My mom was sick and my dad and I took her to the doctor. I have no idea what was wrong with her, since I was so small, but after hearing the story be recounted several times over the years, I learned she was taking a very slow yet very painful shot right on her butt cheek.

We were in the room with her, watching, and the shot was taking really long. My dad says I was so little, my legs didn't even touch the floor, from sitting on the bench, and there was a cockroach in front of us. I know, really gross, specially at a doctor's clinic! But if it's any consolation, it was dying. On its back, moving the legs nonstop, the cockroach was being watched by 3-4yo Laine.