Passing through my School years wasn't the easiest times of my life, in fact, those were the most difficult. Having very few happy memories of my time during School, everyday you would see me causing trouble or often spending my breaks and lunchtimes in detention. Primary School was certainly the worst. It was rare you would see me enjoying my days.
Starting with Primary School; I had very little friends and a social life in me. It was difficult for me to make friends because I always enjoyed my own company too much, or further down the line, I would be falling out with my classmates. I was very easy to fall out with because If I didn't want to do something my way, I wouldn't do it. I would rather keep myself entertained although that wasn't always within good intentions. I would never go out of my way to bully others or make fun of anyone else but I would occasionally be quite rude to my peers and not see it as that. I was very disruptive in lessons and could never concentrate when doing my work. I would lose focus. Put me in a quiet room on my own and I would still get distracted.
Meltdowns were regular during School. I once totally trashed the headteacher's office whilst attending the leaver's school disco leaving everything in that room ruined. I was restrained by two teachers and excluded for weeks after that. Another time was when I put my hands around the teacher's throat. The worst thing about it was that the teacher was a female. I got excluded again and was on my very last warning. Although I was most certainly to blame for my terrible behaviour, I didn't know why I had been so naughty at school. Everyone presumed I was just a naughty child which was kind of what me and my family thought. Nobody knew I had autism or any disabilities. It was all just down to my apparent misbehaviour because I wasn't diagnosed until 6 years after School.
This is without the times where I would abscond from School. Mum had to come to School countless of times and when she'd arrive at School, mum would be chasing me outside the building pleading with me to come home and talk. One time in particular, I remember picking up a huge branch and threatening to hit somebody with it if they ever get in my way. Police had then be called to the School and I would be escorted back to school or home in a Police car kicking and screaming.
There was a mentor at School who I grew a great bond with. She was my anger management teacher. I was always in her office and went to her if their was any problems. There was a chill-out room and I would always go their to calm down if whenever I was feeling angry.
I was once verbally racist to another child at School because she had a different skin-tone. I was in a massive amount of trouble and I was always told it will go down on my tracking record. Without the misbehaviour and the naughty side of me, I was always still a sweet child, like butter wouldn't melt I call it. There have still been some good memories in School. It's just a shame that the bad kind of outweighs the good. I had a great bond with most of the teachers, always told I had a cheeky smile and was very polite when I want to be so, everyone says.