Whats wrong with me?part#1

.You hear allot these days about troubled teenagers that the problem lays at home. I will talk later about what home life was like. My family was the only family in my school that lived on a farm and we were poor. The school was in Ottawa and we were bused in every morning. I'm telling you this because I first became aware that there was something wrong with me not at home but in school. For some reason my elementary teacher did a cleanness inspection on my and few other kids from the low rent projects daily. This was done in front of the class and criticism was clear and unrestrained. Once all my filthiness (according to my teacher) was found my daily routine was a visit to the boy’s room to clean my self. Needless to say that when we had to read in front of the class I was terrified. I always failed anything that involved a class presentation from then on until I quit school. (That will come later).I has experience allot of moments of shame in my life brought on by the comments of adults at me as a child. The damage created by that teacher followed me for years in the school yard where children would taunt my whole family daily. We were treated to insult daily by fellow students, beaten up, and shun. Despite all this I still was a cheerful child and look forward to school