I’m confused Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Posted by thegeorgiaknitter in Knitting.trackback
MSNBC Article St. Albans Messenger article. I was in CHAMP with him. CHAMP was a class group consisting of 3 classes and 3 grades (6th, 7th, and 8th). He was in 8th, I in 7th, and Ellie, Kristie, and Leah in 6th. And he TORTURED Ellie, Kristie, Leah and I. I mean he called us names, insulted us, verbally attacked our family, stoned us – yes, stoned us as in the biblical sense of stoning. Threw ROCKS at us. Now he’s in a coma and he may or may not live. My mom came home the other day and asked me if I knew a James Charron from St. Albans. I’m all like “Yeah. Thanks for dredging up those wonderful memories. Remember that time Ellie, Kristie, Leah and I got stoned during Gym class? Yeah, that’s one of the little shits.” So she tells me what happened. And I frankly don’t give a damn. All I can think about is how much that bastard tortured us that year. He even made us cry a few times! And what? Is she expecting me to start a month long candlelit vigil in his honour or something? The bastard STONED US!!!!!! He called us everything from “scrub” to gay to poor to losers to retards. I hated him. The only reason I didn’t beat the living shit out of him was because Mom told me not to. All I can think is GOOD IT SERVES HIM RIGHT! And yet, there’s little tiny piece of me that hollering at the top of its lungs to pray for him. Any suggestions, readers?
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