I went to school; I first started out at Bay View. Then I went to Mission Hill. In fourth grade I got kicked out of Mission Hill. Then I went to the Laurel School until I got to the sixth grade. In my last two weeks of graduating from there the teacher hit me for not having clean hands so I hit her back and I got kicked out of that. I don’t know why I hit the first one; just nothing made sense. But when I was in Mission Hill I was the class president of the sixth grade and the class president of the eighth grade, and then I guess in the ninth grade I started getting wiser or something.

I got kicked out of the ninth grade. There again, it was over a stupid thing. At that school the men’s gym is up above the girl’s gym. During break time we used to look down at the girls when they were undressing cause you could see them running around down there. The coach got to thinking he was smart and started paddling my butt and my friends held me, and I enjoyed that. So, he asked me at that time, “You like that?”

I says, “Yeah, it didn’t bother me a damn bit!” I ripped the paddle out of his hand and I smacked him with it.

I said, “How do you like that?”

So, I got kicked out of school. So, I said, “To heck with you guys. I don’t need this. I think I am more smarter than you guys are anyway.”