The Fourth Day…

I hate this picture. The HELL did I have on?

…a day in high school

High School for me was a crazy declining of my GPA and scholastic aptitude and a speedily incline of emotional turmoil and drama.

I went from bad grades to worse, falling asleep in class incessantly without explanation (now diagnosed as Narcolepsy) and feeling insecure about that, my weight and having to answer to my mom and family for the never school issues. One which was my behavior.

I pretty much left folks alone, because I didn’t like to fight. I’d try and “reason” with folks because I didn’t want to get in trouble and I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of some of the brutal things I’d heard (sliced faces, acid thrown, face stomping). Shit was real in Mt. Vernon. LOL

On THIS particular day…shit was TOTALLY unnecessary. I was sitting in math class…I hated math, so I ALREADY had a damn attitude. This guy who lived in the PJ’s with me, but in a different building was ALWAYS bothering me. Chris…that was his name. He was an ASSHOLE!!

The period he’d pick at me. Say something smart. Push his desk in to mine. We were sitting in a group of four with our desks pushed two facing two. His dumb ass was facing mine. I couldn’t stand this ass. If it wasn’t that he would push my notebook around with is pencil as I wrote. CHILE…I LOST IT!

I jumped up and screamed for him to QUIT FUCKING WITH ME! He laughed. This only made me madder. I chased his monkey ass around the room. He ran behind the teacher’s desk (as she yelled for me to stop). It was catercorner so I pushed this big metal desk into the wall until he had to jump from behind it and over it. I tried to grab him, he was too fast…so, I picked up a desk and hurled it at him. Then the chair. Finally, a hall monitor came in and calmed me down. I got escorted out and sent to my division’s principal. (The school was broken up into Divisions A, B, C and D…can’t remember it there was an E). I was in Division C. My principal liked me. He said, “Kali, why let this knucklehead upset you? Now, we have to call your mother…”

I didn’t care. I swear…I was scared WITLESS and SHITLESS of my mother, but in that moment I felt like FUCK it. His ass is mine. LOL

I go home, inform Mom and she eventually tries to understand my view. She just said she wished I didn’t have such a temper. So the next day, Mom comes to school and the craziest thing happens. She gets to the class and sees this dude and the first thing she asks? “You have a crush on my daughter, don’t you?”

::GASPS:: WHAT THE?? MOOOOOOM NOOOO!! He’s ugh and ewwww mom, NO! LOL

He smiles…

What’chu smiling for fool?

She said, “Mmm hmmm…he likes you Kali. That’s why he bothers you. You don’t even realize it. Boy, leave my daughter alone. She will never like you if you act a fool. Both of you need to get it together. Don’t make me come back here!”

He says, “Yes ma’am”

The class laughs…I’m like -_-

Yea…he didn’t bother me anymore…but, I changed my seat and counted the days to be done with that class.

I know…I stay fighting boys who like me. At least it’s not the story of the guy who hit me in the head with a frozen Snickers on a bus and then I waited to get off so I could cut him with a cracked Pepsi bottle…chasing him down the street. Nah…at least it’s not that story. LOL

Mom and the #17 Bus Gang

`My mother has a car. A 2007 Toyota Camry to be exact. Candy Apple Red…NICE! She doesn’t drive it though. Go ahead and credit that to the screwed up economy and gas prices being REE DICK YOU LUSS!! We live in NY and I’m sure most of these Northern states were hit hardest by the price gouging everyone experienced. Well, my mother decided to start busing it. She began way back in the summer and hasn’t started driving again quite yet, even with the prices for gas returning to normal level.

`Perhaps its the gang…yea, the gang. She’d been talking about her “peeps” for a minute. A motley crew of sorts that add up to some funny stories. Some dude name Kyle who has a psycho for a girlfriend (so everyone’s been told) who tends to let her beat his ass at home, but he’s bus-thugging it when he’s with the gang. Cussing out of control only allowing my mother to censor him. (She’s an ordained minister). Then we have “Caint Do Right” not to be confused with one of our 360’ers “Kain’t GET Right” *Shout outs to Jazz*. Now they call her “Caint Do Right” because she’s supposedly the WHORE of the crew. Looking for cat daddies to handle her bizness. Too funny. My mom claims she’s the leader…and I’m tempted to believe her. She says they “fight” over her and where she’ll sit. “No, over here…” “Why she gotta sit next to you? She don’t wanna sit there”.

`I was crying laughing at this shit. I was like, is this what happens when you get over 50? You join rogue bus gangs and talk smack in the front of the bus? The highlight of the day is when you get on the bus in the morning and afternoons? The hell? You become the den mother to a bunch of misfits on a bus in need of some attention? Or perhaps…being that she’s a minister…this is God’s way of helping her help others. A traveling “special-in-a-yellow-bus-kinda-way” angel. Sent to make an impression in some everyday folks’ lives. Journeying on the #17 bus everyday, squished between folks, dispensing the Gospel under the guise of a ring leader for the Notorious Bus Riders from Peekskill.


A Stellar Day

I had a wonderful day yesterday. I would’ve blogged it as soon as I got home, but I had to catch up with a few friends…so, by the time I was through I was too tuckered out to really blog. The day started off with a hilarious edition of the Mr. Chap Morning Show. Totally last minute for me, I got a KICK out of this show. Non-stop laughter. A few technical difficulties (including one where ya girl got a lil loud on a personal phone call during break) LOL…but, nonetheless a sweet show.

From there, I ended up talking to my mom. Now, if anyone has been paying great attention they know I’ve spoken of my mom who is an ordained minister. She has been allowing me to blog a couple of her messages/sermons, which have gone over really well with several online friends of mine. The Mama has even told me of how she was positively affected by my mother’s sermons…which led me and mom to a discussion that spanned almost 2hrs. (when I should’ve been readying for my day out, lol) I told my mother of Mama’s message to her, saying that she’s encouraging people who she has no clue about. My mother was appreciative. Really happy to know her words weren’t in vain. Then mom and I began discussing a biblical movie on TBN which was about Moses and his being called to free God’s people. I told my mother of what I learned and how I took a lot of the meanings of the story…applying it to life now. As she was listening, my mom (who I haven’t always had the best relationship with) says that I am an inspiration and would like for me to speak at her church, reading one of my inspirational blogs! **GASP** Be still my heart. To have my mother say such a thing about me was earth-shattering. We’ve had our tug-of-war about my singing and NOT singing…so to have her speak highly of me in my presence AND offer such a privilege as to speak at her church did my heart good. I agreed, IN SPITE of the reality that I have a phobia for public speaking. I didn’t even hesitate y’all. LOL That was sooo unlike me. I normally would’ve hemmed and hawed about it and made excuses, but not this time. I was honored and cant wait to do it.

Then, my girl, Jin came to visit me. Jin and I hadn’t seen each other since December 2007 when we saw a Christmas movie she wanted to see. So, she came up and we saw Sex and the City…which we both loved. I hadn’t seen the last 2 seasons of the series, but it didn’t take much to get back into the swing of things. Afterwards, we headed to Wal-Mart/Wally World where we did a little shopping. We laughed and talked and shopped and browsed. It’s always good to have the kind of friends that no matter how long its been since you last saw one another, things are still the same. A true confidante.I had a stellar day.

I started the day laughing…got a boost of confidence from the one person I love the most in this world…and ended it with a great feeling. I have good days, so I’m no stranger to them…this just happened to be one of the better ones.


**I’d like to give my condolences to the Mama, who’s brother-in-law passed on. My prayers go out to you and the family Mama…I love you**