Kenny’s Memoir part 3

Kenny’s Memoir Part 3

Ahhh… high school.

After exams, we were finally told which schools we’d be attending. I was nervous… yet excited at the same time.

I passed for Marcus Garvey Technical High School. It wasn’t my first choice… but oh well, life kept moving.

On our last day of school, before we stepped into a whole new journey, we all gathered during recess. We laughed, talked, and played around like it was truly our final days together. We said goodbye to our teachers — even the ones we didn’t like.

For the first time, it really hit me that childhood was slowly slipping away… and a different chapter of life was waiting for all of us.

As I dig deeper into my memories, I remember going back and forth between my mother and father throughout the summers. You see, my mom and dad weren’t together. However, I spent more time living with my dad than my mom. But because it was summer break, I spent most of the holiday with my mom and sister.

We had fun. As a kid, I cherished spending time with my beautiful mother more than anything. And my older sister — even though we didn’t always see eye to eye back then — I loved being around her.

As time went on, I got closer to starting my first high school orientation. I got all the necessary items for school: my new backpack, books, uniforms, and shoes. I was feeling myself… like I was already a grown man.

Orientation came… and man, I looked sharp.

On my new playground, I scanned my surroundings, taking in every inch of my new school.

But honestly? At 13 years old, I wasn’t thinking too hard about schoolwork. I was too busy looking at the girls that would probably end up taking most of my attention.

I mean… what did you expect? Haha.

First day of class — 7th grade.

I scanned everyone with my head down. Fresh start. No friends. A loner at the time. But then again, I felt like we were all in the same boat. I don’t remember seeing anyone really talking to their new classmates yet.

We mostly just sat there listening as our new teachers introduced themselves. Forgive me though — apart from our principal, Mr. Riley, who honestly wasn’t really liked, I forgot most of my teachers’ names.

But maybe they’ll pop up as my story goes on… hopefully.

Now, let’s fast forward a little, because there really wasn’t much in 7th grade to excite anybody. But I can say this — that was the grade where I slowly started opening up more. Getting more comfortable, you know? Coming out of my shell a little.

Haha… coming out of my shell?

Yeah… that’s an understatement.

The way I came out of my shell was basically exploding out of it.

Like throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave and watching every kernel lose its mind.

Yup… that was me.

And then the unexpected happened.

Embarrassing?

Absolutely.

But trust me…

you’re gonna hear this story.