AUTOBIOGRAPHY Of GEORGE BARNETTE II: Chapter 2

Pre-school was cool, but now it's off to kindergarten and not this new-fangled AM/PM crap. I was in school ALL day. We did manage to still get recess, but that's about the only holdover. No more snack time and goodbye to the naps. Sucked.

We did have more special activities, field trips and assemblies though. My favorite was career day where the kids got to dress up as what they wanted to be when they grew up. I must say I won.

I wanted to be a doctor so my mother had my all-white Philip Michael Thomas Miami Vice suit cleaned and bought me this this play-doctor kit. Man, not only was I looking cool in my outfit (about as cool as I could in 86-87), but I also was the most popular student in the class because I brought toys (no homo). My teacher even set out time during the day where I could examine my classmates.

That winter was particularly harsh. The blizzard of '86 came and it was a DOUSY. I blame this storm for the school system's current snow emergency policies because they made kids go to school and some got stuck and had to spent the night. My mother told my oldest sister to stay home that day, but since my other sister and I just walked up the hill to Glassmanor...we had to go.

Now when school let out I was ALWAYS supposed to wait on my sister out front so we could walk together. This day I waited and waited, but she never showed up so I started walking.

The ensemble my mother dressed me made it impossible for me to move my arms. Couple that with fact that the snow was at my waist and it was taking me FOREVER to get home. I get across the street to the blacktop and it was a bunch of kids throwing snowballs at me. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I was just stuck in the snow. Luckily my mother stayed home from work that day and sent Natcho cheese and Dion out to get me. They came and rescued me and my sister got ass-whooping #2 of this autobiography.
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After school, I wasn't going to Jeanette for babysitting anymore...I was going over Ms. Williams' house. She lived in the building next to mine and I DID NOT LIKE IT THERE (I LOVE Ms. Williams now). She was mean and her husband used to scare me. I couldn't wait until my oldest sister came home from school so she could come and pick us up.

Kindergarten was cool, but nothing was better than when school let out for the summer. This summer was going to be especially great because we had summer day camp...WRONG.

You should not put teenagers in charge of a lot of kids because it's too much. Like the day they hiked us right into a bee hive. Nigga we were ATTACKED out there. We got back to the rec and I said to Natcho "I ain't comin' back tomorrow." Got no argument from the 'rents.

I should've gone back though because what do you do in hood during summer without nothing to do besides GET IN TROUBLE.

Getting chased out of Colonial Village when I'm not supposed to be there...got caught...got a whooping.

Got cut in the high-rise when I'm not supposed to be there...got caught...got a whooping (on top of the cut).

Showing my penis to two girls just because they ask...yeah this where the bad influence of Tiana comes in.

Now, Tiana and another female who shall remain nameless but she spent a lot of time at our apartment (those who KNOW know who I'm talking about)were trying to talk me into showing them my johnson in our apartment. I'm like no and I'm not doing it period. This is my first lesson in the power of a woman. We ended up in the bushes by the high-rise with kids running by because they knew SOMETHING was going on, just not what. I just whipped it out...on the condition that they wouldn't tell.

WRONG!!!!!!!!!!

About two or three days later, we get this knock on our door...three kids: "Can we talk to George."

I goto the door. "What's up?"

"Did you show Tiana and ______ your pecker?"

My face in horror..."no"

My mother was home but she didn't hear that group. However, by the time the fourth group of kids came down to knock on the door...she'd heard and asked me had I done it. Of course I LIED, but I think she knew it. The embarassment alone though made me keep it in my pants until well into the '90's though.