My Favorite Teacher

My third grade teacher was one of my most favorite educators in my life. She taught third grade like it was simple. She was a positive role model to the other teachers, and she was from the old school. She was caring and she had a demeanor about her that she was the "model" teacher. Those were not the only reasons why I loved Mrs. Scott. Mrs. Scott would send me to the cafeteria in the mornings to get breakfast for her. She would break off a piece of sausage biscuit for herself and gave me the rest. The other students were jealous, however she had an interest in all of her students. I can remember when I got in trouble in Mrs. Scott's class she wouldn't have a problem with calling my mom and then I would go home with an ass whippin waiting for me. My mom had fury in her eyes when she whipped my ass. Till this day, I believe my mom started her own martial art because she was SKILLED in whippin my ass. Anyways, after I was disciplined for my bad conduct in Mrs. Scott's class, I shaped up a little. Mrs. Scott began to notice my weight and she thought it was in issue. Mrs. Scott got permission from my parents for me to get salads for lunch instead of the regular cafeteria food. It was awesome! The other kids were jealous big time now because I had an "adult" entree instead of their "mystery meat with peas". I think I was on the salds for a good 2 weeks and I lost some weight that year. Mrs. Scott was really happy and of course my doctor and parents too. The following year Mrs. Scott was not at school, I dont know whether she transferred to another school or she became ill. I never got to truly thank her for her encouragement and her determination in helping me.



Thank You Mrs. Scott for everything.



Especially the sausage biscuits.





This post is dedicated to all educators in the public school system. You are under paid and over worked. Give a fat kid a sausage biscuit and they will love you for life.





The Year: 1987
Mega Man & Mike Tyson's Punch Out was my favorite Nintendo Games this year
My NY Giants beat Denver in Super Bowl
The movie WALLSTREET came out
Oliver North snitches on everyone about the Iran-Contra Operations!
"Bring the Noise" by Public Enemy
"With or Without You" by U2
Moments in Fat Kid History: The values of Farmlands in the midwest bottoms out leading to a change in the domestic farm economy, and increased competition with foreign countries. (Didn't make a difference where the food was coming from, I was in the consumables business)

Scarred for Life

When I was in Middle School, basketball was my thing. Me and the neighborhood fellas would play basketball until there was no more daylight than a dungeon. This was the era when Micheal Jordan was in his prime. Watching him, Scottie Pippin, Horace Grant, and the rest of the Chicago Bulls was a treat! Me and the fellas were outside shooting basketball and making jokes on one another like we normally do. We were shooting around and suddenly, I shot the ball from a distance. The ball went up into the air and ricochet off the rim and hit my friend Gee in the face. The fellas were laughing at him. Gee was the type of guy who was picked on because of his dysfunctional family history. He had a weird walk because he had pins in his leg, but he was one of the fellas, it was our neighborhood. Gee became angry because, one; it must have hurt and two; the fellas were laughing at him. Gee came over and punched me in my face and broke my glasses. I had pieces of glass in my skin. As my mom was cleaning my wounds; I had friends and neighbors coming over to my house to see if I was OK. My friend Gee even came by 20 minutes later crying and was yelling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry". Someone must of told him that my eye was put out or something(which was not the case). You know how neighborhood rumors start.
My parents drove me to the hospital where I had to get about 10 stitches under my eye at the top of my right cheek by a plastic surgeon. This experience was embarrassing to me because, I didn't get to hit back. I was more concerned about my eye put out. I had to go to school the following week and had to face the rest of the school chums answering questions "What happen to you?" My parents eventually told me that they sued Gee's parents for the hospital bill (which was more embarrassing). What Gee didn't know was that one of my cousins had a boyfriend who was in a well known gang in the area at that time. He approached me and asked if I wanted him to go get Gee? I simply told him "naw, that's alright". Gee didn't know that he could have been another victim of black on black crime. Over the years, me and Gee became friends again.
Today, I have no idea where Gee is. I haven't seen his family in years. My best friend back home says that he has seen Gee's sister at a night club but,that is pretty much it. I forgave Gee a while ago. The scar from the stitches are still there. I can remember hearing about Cocoa Butter and putting that on the scar after the accident. There was a lot of hype over Cocoa Butter. They said the scar would go away, but I guess im scarred for life.

The year: 1992
USA Basketball team AKA The Dream Team wins Gold Medal
George HW Bush pardons his buddies who were involved in the Iran-Contra Era before his term ended. Bill Clinton succeeds
Alex Haley author of "Roots" dies.
Compact Discs (CD's) surpass Cassette Tapes
"Don't Sweat the Technique" by Erik B. and Rakim
"Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton