There was only one nigger kid in the city where I went to high school, and he was half White. His fater was a sailor and bought a nigger wife somewhere in Aftica (retard).

He went into a high school near me and the courtyard was shared by 4 all-male highschool that were next to each other.

His name was Malik. Now I want you to put yourself in his shoes and imagine this:

You are in high school out in the courtyard on a break and everyone is. You are eating you bananas or whatever in peace. Everyone start to whisper, smirk and look towards you. You know it's coming again. Suddenly the entire courtyard burst out into a chant "MALIK, MALIK NA GOVNO SI NALIK" (translated from Croatian "MALIK, MALIK YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT"). This is your life for next 4 years.

As a former hall monitor who only had to deliver emergency messages via folded pieces of paper from the main office to the teacher in the retard class, I can tell you, it was tough. You would knock three times and open the door. My golden sash would identify me instantly as a verified hall monitor thus putting Mrs.Clark at ease. The room was filled with drooling niggers. Young, drooling niggers. Their eyes seemed to wander and never quite met your astonished gaze. It was a mostly White school, so they were subdued. They knew if they acted up, the hall monitor would be on them like white on rice. Some were jerking around in the back of the class like they were dancing to unheard music. Others were busy with activities like pulling paint chips off the windowsill to eat. One time I read the folded piece of paper before handing it off to Mrs.Clark and all it said was, "Hang in there, Karen. Remember, diversity is our strength."

I used to say after kickboxing class , " man I was sweating like a nigger taking a math test".

Nah I do remember popcorn reading in class tho... even the blacks in 'normal' classes struggle while reading a paragraph aloud.

In our middle school, we had seven periods per day; the big five (Math, Science, Social Studies, and two English), gym, and one of the "electives" (art, music, home ec, shop).

The sped niggers were all over the place in the two non-academic classes, and they were annoying, violent, and stupid enough for all seven periods.

Couldn't escape, except for band or music.

No because I was homeschooled and not retarded enough to need a special ed class.

Got into a fight with a fat one. Then he befriended me