When I was in the second grade I begged my mother to let me wear my hair down for the first day of school. She was hesitant because I was a tomboy and I like to play rough and dirty, but she acquiesced.
On the school bus on the way back home, their were two boys sitting behind me. I could hear them whispering and I just knew they were talking about me. Then one of the boys spit in my hair and his friend followed suit. I walk off of that bus defeated. I never liked school.