20250227-1010. While tweaking my KJV audio bible project, I’m recall our high school physics teacher by the name of Mr. Jay. He was about my height, wore glasses, had auburn (I do NOT know if this is the correct term) or reddish hair, mottled skin and a cheesy JooBee grin.
I recall how Mr. Jay seemed to be talking to/speaking with a tall whitish guy in the far back area of the physics class. Other students around me took notice of how Mr. Jay would be following the tall whitish skinny guy with slightly long ash or darkish or lightish hair (again I cannot really recall).
This was right before we went to what is called now Paramount’s Great America, which was where I had my VERY first summer job in retail, and where I did NOT read the worker’s manual of how to process credit cards and cash receipts; because I was too lazy and excited to read thoroughly how to do the job!
I barely recall the tall skinny whitish guy was ASSIGNED to our group and helped to fill-out our paper assignment on physics during the outing. I recall we were hovering/standing-over this whitish guy who was probably forced by Mr. Jay to help us out; because most of us don’t know what we’re doing in the first place.
This is how diversity forced whitish folks to uplift us minorities. This is NOT fair to the whitish folks and to that whitish guy, I bless you and your kinds wholeheartedly for help us pass the class! Later on Mr. Jay announced verbally the letter grade that each of received.
He gave automatically to me the letter grade of “A”. I was surprised. Another whitish guy got a letter grade of “A” and said out loud that “I didn’t to anything (or nothing)”. I recall the gasp and probably laughter from the other students upon hearing how the other guy got that high letter grade. I do NOT recall the gasp or other sounds from the other students when I received my letter grade.
To further prove my point, Mr. Jay claimed that his mother is/was the inventor of the Scott’s sticky tape or some some of tape or glue material/component thereof. I do NOT recall at all. All I recall is the word he pronounced as “Scott’s”. So if y’all could do some digging, he liked me when I turned 18 years of age.
This was my senior class and I did turn 18. I recall he sat behind me. I was wearing an off the shoulder bright blue long-sleeve sweater. The border of the shoulder was stitched by my mom and the stiches were done with her white Brother’s sewing machine, which did some fancy zigzags and other stitches. The sweater used to be my Mom’s but she cut it open to give it an off-the-shoulder appearance.
When Mr. Jay sat behind me, I barely recall him touching or tapping my off-the-shoulder, bright blue sweater and saying to other students along the line of “my sister wears that kind of cloth/sweater/top.
So that’s my fate. I get creeped-upon because I was NOT that butt-fugly looking and I did bag a few, just saying. I would have been married off by now but GOD had other plans to ruin my life with crooks/thieves (that my favorite alphabet soup agency knows about especially morons), retards, emotionally-challenged autistic guys with horse faces/rat teeffth and other uncontrollable potty mouth fools.
End of sharing 1029 PST.
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