The Adventures of Stevie #7
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie's new school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular
schools.
Stevie is 10 in this story, which takes place three weeks after story #6
The Adventures of Stevie #7 "Jerk"
Dear Carlos,
I started gong to the new school. I'm learning a whole lot. I hope
you can tell that when I write things better. I'm not allowed to tell
people about it but you are not people you are Carlos so I will. Ha ha.
We have to drive an hour to get there. I throw up in the car sometimes.
That wouldn't be so bad if Linda didn't scream so loud. Mother drives
me and Linda who is 12 to school because she lives nearby and goes to
the same school. Linda has the biggest nose anybody ever had. If she
turns her head fast I have to dodge it or get hit by it. If she needs
to sneeze I hope she sticks her head out the window pointing back so we
can go a lot faster. If she gets a cold her nose would run a marathon.
I should warn people in her classes to watch out if she is about to
sniff so they can hold onto their chairs so they won't get sucked in. I
hope she brings some buckets and king size sheets for when she needs to
blow her nose. Mother says Linda will never get a husband because of
that gigantic honker. Thats strange because Mothers short best friend
weighs 500 pounds and she found a husband like that and he teaches me
music. If that gigantic beach ball can so can banana face.
There are only enough kids in the school to fill one regular classroom
and we are in a very big building with a lot of hallways and rooms. I
think it was a regular adult school before. Students here are ages 10
to 17. I am the youngest by 2 months. We have a lot of teachers. Only a
few are here all the time. The others change when we learn different
things and we can learn anything we want to. The first thing I have to
learn is communication so I'm studying language. How it works and
different languages which are very funny when you get to know them. I
can really learn here because I don't have to get bored with slow
learners holding everything back.
Each kid here can do some special things. I am the best artist. My best
friend here is Jarod who is 2 months older than me and he is the best
rememberer and math expert. He can solve complicated equations in a
second in his head. I'm slower than him. I can do it in my head in a
few more seconds than him but I can sometimes show how I do it and he
can't. He reads much faster than me. He never forgets ANYTHING. If you
remember something wrong he will tell you right away and that is
sometimes not much fun. He has cerebral palsy which is sometimes called
CP. He shakes and jerks all over all the time and is very
uncoordinated. I can't read his writing. He says he can't either. He
tries to do things in dance class but spends most of the time trying to
get off the floor. I don't know why they let him try to play football
but they won't let him learn karate or judo. You don't want to eat near
him at lunch if you don't want to get covered with food and milk. It
was funny the first time. Not so much the second time. Now I try to eat
somewhere else after he tried to drink milk through his nose. Maybe he
was trying to show Linda a better way to drink when her big nose gets
in the way.
The bathrooms are very big here but I don't know why they call them
that when there are no bathtubs in them. Like I said language is funny.
Ha ha. One time when I went in I heard a noise way in the back and went
to see what it was. Jarod didn't close the door to the toilet he was
sitting on so his feet could stick out so I saw what he was doing. He
was jerking his hard little monster up and down very fast. I asked him
what he was doing and he was so surprised he fell off the toilet. I
think it wouldn't take much surprise for that to happen so I wasn't
sorry about it but I said sorry anyway. He said it felt real good to do
it and wanted to try it after he saw his older brother do it at home.
He made me promise not to tell anybody but you are Carlos so I am
telling you. Ha ha. I helped him back on the toilet. He asked me if I
ever did it and I said I never thought about it so I didn't. He asked
me to try it and tell him how it feels. I said maybe but not right now.
I went to a wall toilet to pee and he followed me and said Wow! I know
why. I said before he could yes it's big but don't tell anybody and I
won't tell about what you did is it a deal. He said yes but he reached
over and tried to touch it. I backed away and turned to him and said
please don't right now and peed on him accidentally. I thought he would
be mad but he said don't worry because he aims wrong all the time
because of CP. He said his mother is not happy cleaning up after him.
We laughed. Then we both noticed my monster got too big and hard to put
back in my pants. We talked about math until it got small enough to
stuff it back in and we went back to class. I wonder if math can make
fat people thin? Ha ha.
I think my monster is a problem for me. No matter what I do it
sometimes shows in my pants and I see people staring at it and I could
get hurt when people grab it and I go flying without a pilots license.
Ha ha. I think I have to try not to let people see it just so I can
keep my back from getting black and blue.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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