Back in the summer of 2002, I was to experience a new type of school.
It was all boys no girls- “wow!” I thought. This experience is all too odd and new.
I remember waking up late for the first day of class, then I was even later because I struggled to get change for my CTA bus pass.
What a first impression coming in 15 minutes late.
I’m 14 years old facing white people for my first time ever, it was awkward but I went on my way.
On my schedule it states: homeroom in 402.

-Mr. Rupp: “Hi, David I’m Mr. Rupp how are you?”

-me: “I’m good Mr. Rupp, how about you?”

-Mr. Rupp: “I’m fine David thanks for asking. We have your seat open just right over there.”

-me: “Oh, right by your desk? That isn’t fair. Can I ask someone to switch chairs?”

-Mr. Rupp: “What!?”

-me: “I’m just playing and joking around, but that was my exit so I’m going to go sit down now.”

I felt all alone in that Catholic School because I was anti-social.
That problem could have been avoided, instead I became really emotional.
I wanted to transfer ASAP, because I thought that school wasn’t for me.
I cried to my mom begging on my hands and knees. “Please take me out that school or I’m going to really make you miss me.”
See how I tried to use suicide to try and get my way, but the way she looked at me. She must’ve thought I was crazy!

Mom- “Look David there’s no need for you to talk like that!”

me: “I know, but I hate this school. What can I do to not go back?”

Mom: “Give the school a chance and if you bring me some good grades from your 1st semester. I’ll consider asking for the transfer papers.”

me: “Alright mom I’m going to get those grades”

Mom: “ok sweetie but get to bed because you have to wake up early and I don’t want you to be late.”