Lacking spelling.
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Candi Fun Fact: I can't spell either. I couldn't spell my own name until third grade. I would sign all my work with either a shortened version or the letter "V" like I was fucking V for Vendetta or some shit. Spelling is bullshit because it isn't phonetic. So when I was going to school my grandma got me a bunch of school supplies, like you do, and she got everything personalized with my name. People thought that this was just so I'd know what's mine (lots of parents write their kids names on their backpack, for example) but it was because she knew I couldn't write my own name and didn't want the other kids to think I was a dumbass. So I had these pencils with my name embossed into them. So this kid Aaron, who himself has a stupid name with an extra "a" for no reason, stole one of my pencils. And I was like, "WTF give it back, it's mine." And he was like, "No it's not, it's mine!" And I was like, "You lying sack of shit, it has my name on it!" And he refused to give it back, so he got his ass jumped by Kindergarten Candi. And I beat the living shit out of him. And he stabbed me with my own pencil during the course of that fight. And to this day I have a scar where the pencil lead broke off around my elbow. But I got in trouble and the teacher made my grandma come and get me, but she worked at the school as a cook, so I just went to the cafeteria and hung out with the cooks and ate junk food and was in no way punished. So the moral of that story is... I'm not sure. Don't steal my shit or you'll get your ass beat and I won't learn a lesson at all. I guess.
Edit: Also the moral of that story is that i got suspended on the FIRST DAY of school and to this day I think that's bullshit. You should have a buffer period so you can learn the rules. A fucking 5-year old doesn't know you're not allowed to do shit. That's how we handled shit at my house. I don't remember anyone telling me I couldn't do that, just that I got punished when I did. No warning or anything. You need to give rules first, then punishments after the rules are understood.
Edit: This isn't related but here's another story about bitches in kindergarten. I had a hard time making friends, probably, thinking back, because I beat someone up on the first day and then was gone the first week and by the time I came back I had a reputation among children as the spoiled kid who wouldn't share and would instead hit you in the face. But I came back and this bitch Rita and I had the same table together, because in kindergarten you didn't get your own individual desks. And we had these tables that were dedicated to different classes called 'stations' and our table was the art station that day. So we were sculpting, and I was, instead of whatever the project we were supposed to be doing, making a Pikachu. And it was told to us not to mix the playdough, WHILE I WAS GONE. Again, something I had no way of knowing. So I'm putting brown stripes on my yellow pikachu and this chick just looks at me, all friendly, and goes, "What's your name?"
So I'm like, "Finally someone not being a bitch to me". And I'm like, "Candi! Let's be friends!"
And this bitch just fucking turns from me and goes, "TEACHER! CANDI'S MIXING THE PLAYDOUGH!"
And I'm like, "Fucking fuck you!" and I squashed her ugly ass sculpture. Because fuck her. Who does that?
Edit: Also the moral of that story is that i got suspended on the FIRST DAY of school and to this day I think that's bullshit. You should have a buffer period so you can learn the rules. A fucking 5-year old doesn't know you're not allowed to do shit. That's how we handled shit at my house. I don't remember anyone telling me I couldn't do that, just that I got punished when I did. No warning or anything. You need to give rules first, then punishments after the rules are understood.
Edit: This isn't related but here's another story about bitches in kindergarten. I had a hard time making friends, probably, thinking back, because I beat someone up on the first day and then was gone the first week and by the time I came back I had a reputation among children as the spoiled kid who wouldn't share and would instead hit you in the face. But I came back and this bitch Rita and I had the same table together, because in kindergarten you didn't get your own individual desks. And we had these tables that were dedicated to different classes called 'stations' and our table was the art station that day. So we were sculpting, and I was, instead of whatever the project we were supposed to be doing, making a Pikachu. And it was told to us not to mix the playdough, WHILE I WAS GONE. Again, something I had no way of knowing. So I'm putting brown stripes on my yellow pikachu and this chick just looks at me, all friendly, and goes, "What's your name?"
So I'm like, "Finally someone not being a bitch to me". And I'm like, "Candi! Let's be friends!"
And this bitch just fucking turns from me and goes, "TEACHER! CANDI'S MIXING THE PLAYDOUGH!"
And I'm like, "Fucking fuck you!" and I squashed her ugly ass sculpture. Because fuck her. Who does that?
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