Everybody not you bro. I salute you. shyt I went to a private school from 1-5th grade. Did shyt I'd never do again till 11-12 grade in public school. We had to wear uniforms and shyt. First day in 6th grade, I seen a chick wearing Jordans, I'd never seen someone were Jordans to school so I asked her "Are those michael jordans" chick got loud as hell and clowned me, "who the fukk calls them michael jordans" embarrassed the shyt out of me. We would compare grades in class in private school, you get one-upped you felt bad. I get to middle school, you ask the teacher what something means and you a teacher's pet. How do you navigate that shyt? Don't ask questions. shyt my 7th grade teacher was this young cat, couldn't have been no older than 22(Might have actually had sex with students, that was the rumor) told me I was a "fat and sloppy looking nikka". I'll never forget that shyt, I seen that nikka at the Dog Track one day, and wanted to absolutely ROCK his shyt, nikka wouldn't have known me from Adam, but I recognized him soon as I seen him. Another story, kids didn't wanna sign up for the Academic Bowl, well outside of the smart class boys and girls, I say I'll join just to fill it out. They have the competition and I answered like 1 or 2 questions but the teams lose. He pulls me aside and tell's me "I should have never put your fat ass on the team" Lesson learned don't ask questions or volunteer for shyt. Highschool same shyt. AH. Parker of Birmingham, teachers would tell us to leave immediately because Smithfield projects was hot, and sometimes they would get to shooting after school. Oh and nikkas would routinely catch wreck in class. Chicks getting slapped, nikkas getting jumped IN CLASS. Got called a "Friendly ass nikka" "talking white" etc...At a certain point when the inmates run the asylum you don what the inmates do breh.