Who am I

That dam school

I stepped through the big glass door, the lobby seemed huge to me, I didn’t know where to go. A teacher approached me,I was terrified of her, her face stern and as if she knew nothing but a dam. She greeted me "good afternoon, you're probably Kataleja, our new student", I just nodded, no words came out of me. She showed me the way to my dressing room and then took me to class. First class.

Upon entering the class, I thought I was going to faint, I wasn’t sociable, I wasn’t happy, I was scared. She took me to the table where I had been sitting all year. I don’t know who I was sitting with, maybe Denis or Damiana, I don’t remember. All I remember is the very heavy burden in my stomach that accompanied me through the first four years I spent in Stranice elementary school.

There were fourteen of us in the class and not a day went by that one of my classmates didn’t hit or despise me. They named me Carol, the cat, I don't remember the others. There were times when I had a nice time at school, but they were rare, I went to school very hard, and yet I fell in love for the first time.

I loved him, secretly. You know like those ugly duckling stories and the coolest guy in school. Everything in its place, a beautiful smile, successful in school and his eyes that just glowed and said I am the alpha, I am the master. I don’t need to explain that probably all the girls were crazy about him. Of course, I don’t remember how many times I even spoke to him in the first four years, even though we were classmates. And the name was even bigger, Michael.

All of this also led to that fateful day when I had had enough. In fourth grade, I was still scared and cowardly, I had neither a classmate nor a classmate who could say we were friends. Our biggest decomposer was Rudolf, he liked to decompose and fight, he really liked to beat me, because I didn't give it back to him, I just curled up in a ball. But not that day. It was enough for me.

All in fear, I leaned against the toilet door and watched him run like a gorilla towards me,"what should I do, what should I do", but the moment he was by me I grabbed him by that red knitted vest and pushed him across the hallway, because the floor was ceramic he drove nicely all the way to the bench, where he hit his head on the bench, at first I was scared he was seriously injured, only then, did I notice, how everyone looked at me in amazement, like the one u f**k, what was that. It was the first turning point in my life and then a lot changed, but I didn’t realize, back then, that all of these experiences would help develop this person like I am today.