Social Skills class. The bane of any kid who was diagnosed with a mental condition. At least I thought so. My group certainly voiced it's disagreement with me as we talked about our latest repeat lesson of 'Appropriate Behavior'. The only reason I was in this class was because of my 'autism' and OCD. I had the reasoning powers of someone three times my age, resulting in more easily fitting in with the collage students I played D&D with and other adults with than my peers, and tending to 'overthink' things in certain situations.
"Alright, next example," Mr. Moberg said. ",Tom is in Phy Ed, but doesn't like the activity that the class is doing, so he decides to walk in the middle of the field while thinking about the latest edition of Dungeons and Dragons. What kind of thoughts are his classmates having about him, and what could he do differently to get a better reaction?"
I groaned inwardly at the idiocy of the examples, and begin to simulate a running bandsaw in my mind while all the other kids shoot up their hands.
"Michael, you haven't spoken yet. What do you think?"
I glared at Mr. Moberg for a moment before sighing. "What grade is he in?"
"4th, same as you."
"Well, if you really must know, the older girls would most likely peg him as some random dork, bullies would see him as a potential target considering his sheer obliviousness to social rules and/or idiocy, his peers would think of him as a weirdo, and his teacher would inwardly facepalm and think something along the lines of 'Special child indeed.' before leading him off the track."
Mr. Moberg looks at me with a note of disdain but he quickly wipes it off his face. "Alright. Good thinking. Anyone else? Bianca?"
I tuned out the rest of the conversation, and managed to not be called for the rest of the session, which we then bid Mr. Moberg goodbye as we headed back to our main class.
Next we had math class, which if haven't already pieced it together that I was reading an algerbra book to pass the time in 4th grade, was ficken child's play. Granted I'm still a child, but you get the point. Honestly I couldn't understand why I wasn't already in high school, something about 'being with my peers' and 'being too young for the kinds of things they taught', and I knew exactly what they were talking about with the latter. Lady, I have read several different documents and textbooks on the human anatomy, I know how ficken babies are made!
Afterword it was art class, one of the only things I struggled in. The way my brain was wired meant I had to have things just perfect, and with many of the things we were doing being either abstract at best or still life of something, I would trash dozens of pieces of paper without making any sort of progress when everyone else was already done.
After that mess it was time for recess, and I got to feel the uncomfortable silence of several conversations quickly ending as I grabbed my algerbra book and walked outside. Huh. I thought gossip was more of a teenager thing.
Unfortunately, as I sat on a bench underneath a tree, I heard the sound of several heavy footsteps approaching. It seems the neahborhood's jocks have finally run out of other chew toys to play with, and now they're gunning for me. Well, they'll soon find that I am not a child to be fickened around with.
"Hey, look guys, it's the loser nerd with his textbook. Watcha readin', nerd?"
I looked up to see 3 teenage jocks standing around me, each with a muscularity and height that no doubt towered over my slim frame. Two were over my shoulder resting their arms on the bench and one was nearly in my face, clearly the leader. Two were a little ways off, likely making sure none of the teachers saw what was going on.
"For your information, dummkopf, it's about algerbra, something I doubt you simple-minded Ebern will ever understand."
The Leader grimanced, clearly understanding what I had said, though whether it was his native language or if it was simply from language class I couldn't make out. He then chuckled to himself, likely having expected me to be intimidated.
"You've got balls, kid, I'll give you that. But I doubt they'll do you any good when your face is smashed in, will they?" He gave a glance at the two men behind me, who reached to grab my arms. Well, I should've seen this coming.
I slammed my heavy textbook into the leader's face, stunning him. I follow up with closing the book and rolling to my right, clutching the book to my chest as I did so. Wouldn't want dirt and blood on a public library book, now would we?
Not wanting an extended fight, lest I be caught breaking the frankly idiotic 0 Tolerence Rule, I made a mad dash for the school, the teenagers unable to pursue me lest they be caught on school grounds, harrassing a student. I spent the rest of the time sitting next to the school door before the bell rang.
I returned the book to my backpack as the other kids poured in, and I had the last two classes of the day, language arts and phy ed, then the bell range, signalling us that the day was done, and that we were to file out to the buses. I got on, turned on my MP3 and skipping to 'Drive It Like You Stole It' as the engine revved up, and I was brought back home.
OOC: Okay, with that finally done, my next post will be me heading to 'PlotWorld', as Knarled put it.
Edited by Jake on 11/21/2012 4:07 PM PST