I have been meaning, for some time, to start writing my memoirs. I see it as a series of vignettes, with a certain theme that I will not share yet. (No spoilers!)
I came across this fun memoir writing project on another blog through my friend Ruby’s blog. I thought it would be a good warm-up exercise.
This week’s assignment is to write 150 words of prose about school at the age of seven.
Find out more about the project here: Lisa Rieter – Sharing the Story
The age of seven was a heavy one for me. After my last rather serious post, this will add to the pile! My next post will be about kittens and rainbows, I promise.
Second grade was dancing and singing, pretending to be a cat and wearing pink tights. I was gregarious and scored high on tests. Then for third grade I moved schools. Webster. Before my first day I had a nightmare, that strangely involved shellfish.
I sat on the swings, surrounded by the other girls hateful stares. They called me “Medusa” because of my long blonde hair. I withstood their abuse and ate lunch by myself every single day.
Mom and I sat in the principal’s office. The principal wouldn’t let me switch classrooms, because my teacher was black and the other teacher was white.
I befriended the only other white girl, even though we had nothing in common, aside from exile. We hung upside down on the jungle gym and she told me she wanted to start a girl gang that stole comic books.