It was my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Jackson that I detested with every fiber in my 11 year old being. She was also my 10th different teacher by that time due to my mom always moving away from the bigotry of the early 70s. Pretty white women with mixed kids weren't allowed to live in peace like they can today. So, we moved a lot.

Anyway...Since every race on the planet had beef with the mixed boy (me), and since my mom didn't want me whooping that arse and bringing more attention than we already had, she ingrained in me to beat "them" with my brain. I probably read every book in my school's library and every encyclopedia as well, so I considered myself somewhat smarter than the average kid. I hadn't grown into my athletic side yet, so I tended to "enlighten" my peers with a vocabulary somewhat a crossbreed of Richard Pryor and Seinfeld. Vulgar, yet intellectual.

Somebody asked their parent what "such and such" is/was, because that's what the new kid, Jimi Dunagan, called me. I wound up doing in-class suspensions many a day with Mrs. Jackson. The only lineups I did were "I will not refer to my fellow classmates with words above my grade level." I remember that line to this day because I probably wrote it 50 million times that year! Those were the days!!!