I was scared of her like no dark corners could ever scare me. You have to know that all the while she was teaching us history she was telling, with her language for the deaf, blind and dumb; she was telling all the boys in our class that I was Pearl and my last name was Harbor.
I haven't had teachers who took it this far, but growing up in a catholic school, I definitely had teachers preach to me about Jesus and then unnecessarily insult me in the same sentence.
That man would take off his jacket, roll-up sleeves, and get down on his knees and drag Michelle out catching her hair in between his fists and her collar. You'd watch with fascination like he was catching a lion. I'd watch with horror thinking all the time about the Day of Infamy
I'm always amazed how teachers used to discipline children. Like I can't believe no one saw a problem with this for so long. But I also think it's interesting how Kelly could watch in fascination because she knows she'll never be treated that way, while the author watched in fear that she would be.
I liked your house. It had corners and hallways that turned left and right leading into spaces wide and rounded, filled with chintz and cotton-covered furniture nice and cool like indoor swimming pools. Did you know, your refrigerator was also a pool of plenty? There was the purple Kool Aid tasting like bubble gum and cream pies swirled high with Cool Whip. I'll tell you now that we are so far away no longer able to talk except through stories of the past that we once shared. I'll tell you now that I entered your house and wanted you gone so I alone could wade freely in your concentric rings of luxury
I think this a really genuine and wholesome sentiment. Like, yes she's saying she wants her friend's house to herself. But it's coming from a child who is not used to luxury and just wants to know what it's like for once. It's not meant to be harmful.