You know, I think I’m really going to like my psych rotation. It allows for a psuedo-intellectual, self-effacing, low self-esteem know it all such as myself to expouse at length about the problems of others and understand my own as well.

Today for instance we talked about Ethics and Child Psychiatry. The Ethics “is what it is” but I enjoyed it nonetheless. Child Psychiatry is the reason I’m making this entry however.

Travel back with me if you will to the place where most of the negative aspect of my adult psyche was formed…..that’s right….Camp Creek Middle School….

So when I was in 6th grade things really started going badly for the Killa for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I had my adjustment period when my mom and dad got divorced when I was 8, but by and large my school work/behavior was unaffected. But yeah, back to Camp Creek….I really hated that place from like the first day. I guess I was used to being challenged, but there I was just one of many students, and though I may have been smart, I wasn’t smart enough to stand out. I was just a face in the crowd there (even more so than high school oddly).

There was this one teacher in particular I really just didn’t like. For one thing she used to always compare us to her students at Woodland Middle School. She was our Talented and Gifted (TAG) Teacher and thus she would only teach two periods a day and then go to another school and teach them. Well she liked them more and made it very apparent to us. Well she REALLY took a disliking to me. It seemed like every month, my parents had to come in and have a parent teacher conference with her. She also gave me my first D in a class (she tried to give me an F, but my mom found some loophole about letting parents know prior to giving that grade or something).

It was while waiting for her class that I got into a wrestling match (it was rather one sided) with this dude who slammed me on the hard marble-like floor and got my moth fucked up as well as glasses crushed (I don’t like telling that story, so I won’t go into any more detail).

But more than that, this woman actually had the nerve to tell my mother that I was ADHD. I didn’t find out about this until I was in college and my mom brought it up and sort of laughed about it. I may have a bunch of psychological problems, but ADHD AIN’T one of them. But for awhile I really let that bother me, I would wonder, maybe I really am ADHD, maybe that’s the root of all of my troubles, I should have been on Ritalin, etc.. At any rate, today we learned about what it takes to clinically diagnose a child as such and I can clearly say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I wasn’t ADHD. Maybe I was Oppositional Defiant or slightly depressed….maybe even Bi-Polar, but not ADHD. So she can once and for all kiss my ass and suck my left nut!

Yeah…so now that that’s out (and it feels good to get it out by the way!), I’d like to be completely random…so here goes:

- Thanks Baby J for the soup!

- Thanks H to the Izzo for the Rotel!!!!! It was the bomb yo!

- The next time I’m called OG Triple OG it’s gonna be a problem!!!

- I’ve retired from Madden

- I’m going home after all, although I might not make it to Mississippi….

- I’m going to stuff myself with turkey and dressing, and I might possibly explode!

- I’m officially a gutless coward….

- the psuedo-motivational technique above didn’t work, cuz I’m still not gonna do it…nor am I going to reveal what “it” is….

- I like using the prefix psuedo even if it’s cliched…

- I had a hard time flipping between the Sopranos and Monday Night Football last night!…and they are showing reruns….of Season 4!…and it was a good game!!!!

- Meadow Soprano gets on my goddamn nerves, why hasn’t she been killed yet?

- Why do I hate going home nowadays?

- What am I going to eat tonight?