It is hard to rebel and get away with it if you are not sure of the world and if you do not have the heart or lack of it to put up with the punishment. I was very different then most kids, but for the most part I followed the rules. But there comes a time in all kids lives when the routine is unsatisfactory to feel good about yourself or the world. That time came when we had assemblies in the auditorium.
Someone down on a small stage would talk about what ever, it was of little interest. It was not though provoking, nor funny, nor anything I had any use for. Kids would be bored and fidget. I always ended up on some of the top rows of bleachers. It was hard to follow what was being said and I could never remember what was said. So why be there. The halls were smaller and more inviting, they had large windows. So I skipped my first assembly. I never seen an adult but they must of seen me. I was called to the office and a lecture went on and on. All I could remember was I better not do it again.
I did not belong to a gang, there was no one that would give me prestige for going against the rules, no rewards from other students. Perhaps that is the worst part of being the odd ball. You are alone in the world that does not compute to others. I had to follow the rules, or be alone even in the presence of lecturing adults.
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