Grades

As far as I can remember, I was a kid who loved pushing limits. I remembered when I was in secondary school; there was this group of boys I'll call them the famous boys in school. I admired them 'cause they had what I call swag, so I would always want to be around them, talk with them, and also be part of their so-called gang. So I saw myself being limited, being used, and also deprived 'cause they never valued me. It was clear when the main guy in the so-called gang once told me that he hates me around them, that I don't fit in. That sunk into my heart, like all I did was play with the wrong team. I could see myself the way they all saw me: a boy seeking attention but got humiliation. I sat back in the class seeing that if I can't join them, I'll make my own personal gang, and I'll run it my own way. But this time, it wasn't an all-boys gang; I mixed 'em up. I looked around and got myself through friends that won't judge me. I carefully chose the neglected set of students, but they were unique in their own ways. I made sure I felt a connection, and we all had the same connection. I saw myself running a friend group that stood out. I was so happy to the outcome. We always stayed at the back with our lockers stacked together. When it was break time, we moved together. We didn't only have the attention of the class but had the attention of the school. Our gang made me see the previous gang as trash. I was finally a leader, and I had loyal subjects; my suggestions always mattered. We loved everyone just the way they were. I remembered getting confronted by the leader of the previous gang; he saw I was the spotlight. I never judged anyone. I tried as much as possible to make every day memorable. We were two girls and four boys. I made sure no one felt left behind. We walked home together. We made a group chat where the attachment never stopped. In my school, I caught the attention of some pretty good SS2 girls. These were my sweetest baby girls. I loved each and every one equally. I had a crush in SS2, but found out she never saw me the way I did towards her. She was fine: a brown-skin girl, sexy baby girl. She walked with energy, that little ass of hers getting the attention always. I once wrote a letter to her; it cast in the whole school, like everyone read my letter. I had problems spelling, so that was an extra credit, then got a reply saying I should never try what I did again, or she would report me to the principal. Man, my heart dashed to the wall, man. That's where my entourage of SS2 baddies come in. I started getting the attention of some girls downtown SS2. They were the sweetest souls I would ever engage myself with: young, vibrant baby girls who just liked the boy for who he is. My attention mattered the most, and this is where I say it's not about a pretty face; it's about what you got to offer. I loved these baby girls very much. They always made sure they escorted me home, and then they climbed their bike and went home. We always walked home. Then, every Friday, I was the one who set matches with nearby schools, in which our school dominated. I once set a tournament which eight schools were involved in. I was the one responsible for making sure they were all set for match. I went to school, meeting the main guy, letting him know I want to set a match with their school. They know very well that our school is the dominating school would like to try their luck. Meanwhile, my squad was fully able to make their match tough. We had competition every Friday and Wednesday. I built a name for myself. I was driving to make an impact as little as I can, knowing it's me behind it all, and when I see satisfaction in their faces, it meant the whole world. I saw limitations; I took advantage of it. I ran my world my own way. I took total control. I impacted lives my own way. I wasn't the brilliant student in class, but I knew I had value. Back then, the brilliant students had the attention during exams, tests, and classwork. I hated everything concerning school. I was an average student. We had teachers that never taught with their heart. We only had one teacher; she was our English teacher. This is the kind of woman you wouldn't want to mess with. She was the star of the school. Her birthdays, we as students, always tried making it memorable 'cause she was the teacher who blended; we would say an understanding woman. She made sure she made teaching more like a hobby, which actually worked. Students didn't like teachers who poured their frustrations in class; they made their subjects so complicated, especially chemistry. Can you imagine? My whole life in secondary school, I hated chemistry so bad. I was glad I had nothing to do with it in my university. That man never smiled. Imagine a teacher telling his students he drank three bottles of beer and bbq. I didn't understand that thing till I left secondary school. He was in sorrows, drawing in them, but still had to show up to work regardless. This is the kind of man that would make you be grateful you're not a teacher or, better still, not in his shoes. I saw education as mixtures that actually dissolved but weren't accepted.