There is always at least one creepy kid you can recall from school. The kid that didn’t quite fit in, or did something specifically that no one liked or understood. But what if YOU were that kid! Do you think you would recognize it at the time or just years later? NegativecapS tells the story of being the creepy kid.
“I was the creep.
In 3rd grade(1997 for me), my parents bought me a hot pink and purple pencil case. Every day before school I made an effort to get there early so I could spend some time on the playground and grass area. I would spend all of this time immersed in my obsession to collect as many ladybugs as possible – to put them, and nothing else, in my hot pink and purple pencil case. On a good morning, I could easily get 25+ ladybugs captured and secured within my pencil box prison in 10 minutes’ time.
Phase 2 of my plan involved filing into my classroom nonchalantly and getting set up at my desk. I crammed everything I needed for school in the small upper part of my two-bin school desk. The bigger section underneath was where I kept my pencil case. Alone. I would stare at it longingly, knowing that only I knew that it was in there. Waiting.
Phase 3 usually came very quickly after phase 2, as I have no self-control. I can’t maintain my spaghetti over ladybugs. Boredom would set in. Or maybe it was a fleeting feeling of anxiety about my friends in the box. I would stealthily reach into my desk and open the pencil case. Sometimes I would prop the pencil box open with a cerulean colored crayola. I digress.
Phase 4: Ladybugs everywhere. Everybody would panic in the beginning, but as this turned into a routine thing for me – eventually everybody came to expect and accept the plague of ladybugs in the classroom every morning.”