Second grade.
I was in a school for the gifted from pre-school through 1st, and I was the cool kid of the class. Everyone loved me, kids and teachers alike. Then my parents moved in second grade, and I was not part of the cool "clique" in the new school. It was a catholic school and the kids there are just vicious. I was now the outcast/nerd/loser. I was the sensitive kid that the other boys enjoyed harassing until literal tears fell. Then there was even more mocking for that. I carried this loser/outcast label through the eighth grade, and it has defined my entire life. If I had not transferred to that school, or if I had done something differently and been accepted into the cliques, then I truly believe my life would be a massive success. Who knows what that something would be? But, I doubt I could have done anything "right" for those kids. I believe if that school year had gone differently, I would still be married, I would be employed, and I wouldn't be homeless. I bum a couch from my friend who doesn't charge me rent, because he won't let me freeze/starve. I help out when I can, but it's not much.
Anyway... second grade is when my life turned, and it has gone downhill ever since.



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