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told a few more teachers where to get off and stuff. eventually got kicked out of the school. Woo Hoo.
It was so wiered, Mum kept saying You are such a nice kid, I just can't imagine you doing something like that. Hello, get your head out of the sand! I just said "well I told you I hated that school" I think I realy stumped her because there was no punishment when I got home. Yeah she yelled at me and grounded me for ages but No real punishment. And as for grounding, I used to go out the window at night.
I went to a new school which was the complete opposite to the where I had been. This school was a bit violent with gangs and alot of Vietnameese kids. They had rules though and if you stuck to their rules you were left alone. I was fine and only ever copped a punch as a warning, too easy.
My parents broke up and I went with my dad, I had to go to another school which was back over the other side of town. I didn't know how to act around the kids and they started poking shit again. I also made a fool of myself in front of the girls and upset their boyfriends. Getting back into that sort of enviroment, I just clammed up, I also thought that my parents breakup had been my fault.
I sort of had this big hole where I used to do Judo and got taken to the school counciler for doing stupid things, Told them how often I thought about killing myelf and they sort of just rode it off as me being upset over my parents divorce.
I found an advert for Ninjutsu and went to have a look, I signed up on the first night and paied with me own money. I told dad that I was doing it and he was cool with it, as much as he had a choice. I had a realy good instructor and learned alot under him. I ended up where i really wanted to go back and get some payback but He had taught me how tough it was not to do so.
Somewhere along the way, he told me that what we were doing wasn't real Ninjutsu, just freestyle Karate with a fancy name. He gave me an address and said, this is the real stuff. I went and watched, it was great but I had loyalties where I was.
Year 11 again
If it isn't kind of obvious, I failed yr 11 and had to repeat.
My mother got me into a school near her work. I had to ride 17 km each way to school.
On the first day of school, I rode there like I usually rode. I smoked past the school bus and became an instant hit with the other kids. It was real funny the way I was the same person but here I had friends and noone gave me s*it They also found out I was doing Ninjutsu (I finally went to the real stuff, AWSOME)
it was wiered because they would try to sucker punch me (not hard, just to see if they could get through my guard)
I think I really came out of my shell that first year, I managed to get into the region swimming championships in Freestyle, Backstroke and Butterfly. I managed fourth in the backstroke! I was often on the oval at lunch time playing kick to kick, I got freight trained once and that shook me badly but the next I knew the kid was appologising for it. I sort of realy belonged to the group, we used to play fight and all and they never deliberately did anything to hurt me.
I don't know how long I had it for but there was sort of a growing uneasiness in me, I kept looking for the sucker punch that never came.
I suppose I should explain.
Back then they would often be nice to me, sort of become my friend and encourage me to join in with them. this was usually when they had something real big planned and it was a good way to get me onto the oval or wherever else they wanted. I realised what they were doing eventually but I just couldn't stay away. I just thought I might might make it this time.
Anyway, I started expecting something like this to happen and was real scared of having my friends taken away from me again. Better to leave them behind rather than have them taken from me. I started withdrawing again. I was still watching Mad max daily , that is what he would have done. I stil had my bike and Ninjutsu and I hit them extra hard but evereything else I just sort of dropped. I stopped going to the oval and started going to the library by myself. I sort of ended up back at the stage where I was almost in tears all the time but I was able to hide them until I was alone.
I ended up failing year 12 but still got into Uni??? to do recreation. didn't stick at it though ended up working as a swim instructor and running school holiday programs.
That is about the sum of things, that is school for me. I suppose that is also why I have had so much trouble coming back to Uni, it is sort of the same enviroment and I think I am still expecting that Sucker punch.