earlier this past week, i was reflecting on living in warwick and how i would love to revisit this year. haven’t been back since we moved in 2003, almost 15 years, almost 2 decades. in the middle of that thought, i thought of 1st grade in pine island with ms. paige, 2nd grade with mrs. carter, 3rd grade with mrs. williamson who told me she had a kid named ratha years ago, and 4th grade with mr. hoctor.
mr. hoctor was the dopest. he was nice to all the kids, everybody going from 3rd grade to 4th grade wanted him. i remember he let us choose when we would go to the bathroom by letting us move a popsicle stick with our name to the board whenever we wanted to use the rest room. then tonight, i get a dm from my guy alex, one of my best friends whom i met in mr. hoctor’s class 15/16 years ago.
the link contained a story of how mr. hoctor had been caught filming two of his students in the bathroom. yooooo, that is fucking crazy. i saw a photo of him and it was indeed our fourth grade teacher.
life goes fast and life comes at you fast.
-ratha, 9:16pm, 1.13.18