Part 3
>The end of summer was bittersweet for me
>It had been decided that my therapy with Professor Willow would end
>We had our final session sometime during the summer
>Can’t remember if it was before or after camp
>Can’t remember if it was before or after camp
>But what I do remember it was cozy
>We talked about the future
>How to deal with Mankey’s shit
>”If you ever need me, feel free to give me a call” he said
>We walked out into the parking lot
>And gazed up at the stars
>It was windy
>And dark
>But still the stars shone brightly over us
>I assumed the worst of my bullying issues were over
>Professor Willow was hopeful things would calm down when middle school picked up
>We ran into one of his secretaries out there
>Talked to her for a bit
>And finally said our goodbyes
>It felt nice to have him around
>Felt even better to feel like I didn’t need him anymore
>The future was bright
>I had a chance with Caterpie
>Middle school was going to be different
>I just knew it
>My mom finally came and picked me up
>I felt a bit of remorse
>I hadn’t told him everything
>Truth was, I was afraid
>Afraid he would tell other
>Afraid he wouldn’t understand
>Just afraid in general
>Rumors were Voltorb would return in 7th grade
>I knew things would flare up if that happened
>I told him I’d call him if they did
>But I was still keeping things from him
>If I could change one thing about my life
>Its that I would tell him everything
>Fast forward to school starting
>6th grade
>This was going to be interesting
>No longer did I have to deal with one teacher
>I could pick and choose who I hung out with
>feelsgood.jpg
>First day rolls around
>I get my locks for my locker
>Get my books
>The usual shit
>Finally, I get to meet some of my teachers
>One of the first ones I met was my religion teacher
>Let’s call him Professor Oak
>He was a quadriplegic dude
>Got into a bad car accident on his honeymoon
>Paralyzed fully from waist down, partially from his hands
>But man was he a bro
>Every day he would drive to school in his wheelchair
>I’d pass him on the road on the way there
>He would do like 35 in that thing
>It was impressive
>He was always such a jolly dude
>Cracking jokes whenever he could
>His insight into Catholicism was like nothing I had seen before
>He could always find a way to relate the church’s teachings to us
>Looking back, he was practically the only thing keeping me in the faith
>That and strict dogmatism
>He knew me from my sister, so I was familiar with how well liked he was from her anecdotes
>He did the usual handing out of the syllabus
>Made us sign it
>Made our parents sign it
>Yada yada yada
>And then we moved on to the next class
>The way the school was set up, the 6 middle school teachers were paired in blocks of 3
>Social studies and Religion
>Math and Science
>Liturature and English
>Each of these teachers would receive one class from a specific grade for an hour, then switch
>So, that meant:
>2 8th grade classes
>2 7th grade classes
>2 6th grade classes
>And these would be mixed up between blocks as to allow the kids to interact with their friends more
>And with their enemies
>Social studies was up next
>It was taught by a familiar teacher by the name of Professor Peacock
>She was the old computer sciences teacher from elementary school
>She moved away then came back
>This time as a social studies teacher
>Like professor oak, she was a bro
>Knew a ton about history
>Taught very well
>Took no shit
>Some of my favorite moments of that class were when she would call out dumbasses being dumbasses
>It was glorious
>She also knew me from my sister
>She liked me because I had a good work ethic in that class
>And generally enjoyed history
>I don’t think it surprises anyone to learn I’m a history nerd
>Looking back, she almost certainly knew about the bullying going on
>And judging from her animosity towards Professor Snape, the vice-principal, I’m guessing she brought it up with her more than one time
>But we will get to how Professor Snape didn’t give a fuck soon
>soon.tm
>But anyways, that brings me to my science teacher
>Professor Juniper
>Professor Juniper was, in a word, batshit insane
>Hee looked 80 years old, but you could’ve told me she was 120 and I would’ve believed you
>He should have retired like 40 years earlier>My favorite story from my sister about her was when he was feeling a bit under the weather, so she didn’t bother teaching
>Everyone was goofing off after he gave them a handout to do
>It was raining outside and some students had gathered up some tadpoles and put them in a jar
>Suddenly he lifts her head
>he screams
>WHATS GOING ON WITH THE FISH
>whatintheactualfuck.zip
>Everyone just laughed their asses off
>needless to say, we did not get anything done in that class
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