After elementary school things got interesting. The kids from my nice quiet middle class suburban neighborhood would be bused to Bridgeville.
Bridgeville was where the rough kids lived. I think some of them may have lived under bridges.
Anyway, school started and I got to see kids who looked different than me. I was a little scared.
One day, there was some incident (I don't remember the details), but me and a few other kids were told we had to stay after school for detention. Now, I was really scared. I did not know how I would get home. I really depended on that 3:00 bus to get me back to the safety of Rockhill road. I'm sure (looking back now) that there were later buses, but they never told me that.
So, I had to think of something. I resorted to the oldest trick in the kids playbook, the "fake illness".
It worked. After giving an Oscar winning performance, the school nurse called my mom and before too long, I was on the way home.
I never had to serve my detention time. And, I avoided major trouble for the rest of my middle school days (until, high school).
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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