I do believe that this month marks ten years since X left public school. It was mid-first grade and none of us could stand for her to be in that place one minute longer.
Over the years, I've heard her horror stories about the dreaded Ashleys*, chidings by the teachers for diabetes-related issues (extra trips to the bathroom, yawning), continually being singled out in front of the class, and the school's absolute intolerance for individualism.
I am aware that she would set up the other children and teachers in ways that would bring her secret satisfaction, like mentioning to The Ashleys that her favorite group was Portishead (at the time, true that). The Ashleys immediately proclaimed to have listened to lots of Portishead and, oh, THEY WERE BIG FANS. In first grade. In bum-hick-redneck-middle-of-the-woods-ville. A place that I loved, by the way (other than the school compound).
(An aside: She does this to me as well. I recently learned that, knowing I have very mild OCD, she changes the volume level on the television and radio to something that isn't a multiple of five. You need to understand ... NUMERIC LEVELS MUST BE KEPT AT A MULTIPLE OF FIVE. Or, the number 23. Just saying.)
ANYHOW, I thought that I'd heard all of the war stories from her short amount of time in school, when yesterday she revealed another, about altering the Pledge of Allegiance at age five, even being careful to use a one-syllable word in place of god so that no one would notice, and recited ... "one nation under Ra" ... the teachers none the wiser.
I'll add another chalk mark to X's tally.
This post is anticlimatic. I know.
* Years later, the cartoon, "Recess", also featured a group of girls called "the Ashleys".
