I don't know why, but I've been such a hate magnet for niggers in school. I graduated high school in 2009, but the memories still stick.

My EARLIEST coontact memory, I had a fat sheboon as a teacher in pre-K. She was fat, and she was MEAN, the meanest teacher I ever had. I don't remember details, but I do remember crying to my parents to take me out of that class due to the sheboon. It was not until my dad witnessed the sheboon's actions toward me (grabbing my face and yelling at me to be polite and listen), did he finally pull me out of the school entirely. To this day, I have no clue, nor do I care, what ever happened to her, or even if she's still alive.

Elementary school, I USED to be friends with a sheboon in the 1st grade. Come 2nd grade, she moved to a different school, and I didn't see her until 5th grade. She was hanging around with a bunch of friends, whom I was also friends with, so I went over to hang. She had the nerve to turn around to me, and yells 'STOP FOLLOWING ME!' Uh, excuse me, but I wasn't following YOU in particular.

That told me our 'false friendship' was indeed false, and shot. I left, of course, embarrassed to living hell, and then thought 'who wants to be friends with a she-boon like that anyway?' Well, not even a week later, justice was served. The sheboon got kicked out of our school! Why? Who knows and more importantly, who cares? One less nigger to worry about, and she really deserved it, too, cause there wasn't anything but bad talk among the other classmates.

5th grade, a nigger bitch and I got into a heated argument, which I don't remember what it was about. All I remember was: She stuck her tongue out at me, so I did the same. Boom! She slapped me across the face, and then both of us were sent to the office. I don't recall what happened after that.

Then, in the 6th grade, there was one fat nigger I had a class with, whom has never heard of a 'shower', btw, him and another half-nigger friend of his, always stirred up trouble, and always bothering me and the other classmates. No, I mean they would bother me on purpose just to get a reaction. 6th grade came to an end, and I was happy to get out of there!

Come Jr High, I continue to have bad luck with niggers, especially those I had class with, once again. One, in particular, claimed to have had a crush on me! *puke* And he even admitted it to me in a written note, and told me straight to my face. I did what any other self respecting human woman would do: I turned him down. For one, I wasn't looking for a date. For another, I like being single, even today, and finally, if I were looking for a boyfriend at the time, it certainly wouldn't be with a nigger. No way no how! Then he moved to another school, I'm guessing he didn't want to be in the same school with the human girl who shot him down.

And my bad luck with niggers continued through HIGH SCHOOL! The same fat stinky nigger I was in class with in elementary, had a class with me in high school! Still didn't know what a 'shower' was, still the same obnoxious fat ass I knew in elementary, only this time, he had glasses, probably in an attempt to make him look smart.

I remember another one, especially, that still angers me to this day. I had been assigned a seat in a class I took, because a person, yes, an ACTUAL human whom I couldn't stand, wouldn't leave me alone. So, the teacher (God rest her soul) assigned me a seat away from him, next to a nigger, of all classmates. Well, of course, this male nigger wanted my seat, so he grabbed it away from me, and I took it back. Eventually, it turned into a physical fight. He started ooking and punching me, and I was punching back, just for the sake of defending myself. Mind you, again, I'm a girl, but that didn't matter to the niggers at the school. Piss them off and it's fair game, regardless of gender. Eventually, the teacher sent us both into the office, where we had to write down our sides of the story.

Now, the office staff knew me since grade school. They were transferred from elementary to our high school, so that was a stroke of luck on it's own!! And my side of the story was the truth, they knew that. They knew I wouldn't attack anyone unless it was out of self defense, resulting in the nigger getting sent home for starting the fight, and I had to remain in the office until the lunch bell rang.

The next day, I asked the teacher why I had to remain in the office, and it turns out that the nigger was at fault for starting the fight, if I came back to class on my own, there would be more trouble among me and the other students (I was not very well liked in that class, even with the humans there). So in other words, I was NOT in trouble by all means! They just wanted to spare me more agony from the classmates who already hate me, and they knew I wasn't well liked in that class. Thank goodness!

So if there's one lesson I learned from those times, it's that, if you were once friends with a sheboon, she'll toss you aside in favor for new friends. And here's the kicker: at my school, if one nigger hates you, all niggers will hate you, and will do anything to make your school life a living hell...at least during my school life!

UNFORTUNATELY, my bad luck didn't end there. Oh no. It followed me through my 2nd job! Yes, about three years after I graduated high school, I got a job at an air force base, in the kitchen area. A fat nigger was one of my bosses, and no matter what I did, he could not be pleased! Him and I would always get into arguments, and he even threatened to send me home a couple times. It was because of him that I wanted to quit my job, but my stubbornness wouldn't let me. Cue me being allergic to latex gloves, forcing my leave, THANK GOODNESS! Oh man, did I hate him!

Then I ended up getting two nigger bitches for job coaches. They treated me like I was stupid and didn't know how to do my job. How ironic. I had gotten a 3rd job at the time being a material handler, and the bitch wouldn't leave me alone. She felt like she had to hover over me to make sure I was doing my job right. I knew what to do and how to do it! We exchanged words, and I told her I don't appreciate you treating me like I'm stupid. The sow took one look at me with a *fake* shocked expression, and covered her ass saying 'you are not stupid', and proceeded to ook at me with ridiculous *fake* comments just to cover her ass.

Days later, she found another job and left me alone since then, so that's another victory for me! Then another *ugly* sheboon took her place and checked on me every now and then, and I told her the same thing. She, like the other, proceeded to chimp out at me, and I maybe heard from her once after that, then she left me alone. After that, it was smooth sailing!

Occasionally, we had to get help with our work because we were so overloaded. I dreaded it, because there was a sheboon who would come in to help, and sit beside me. The stench of her nigger stink would make me sick, seriously, each and every time! Not only that, but she wasn't very bright, and she was in her fucking 70's! Then again, what nigger really is bright? Mind you, the company was bought by another company as of July 2017, so we were all laid off after that. I'm currently living off unemployment until I can get another job, hopefully soon.

Even my DAD had his share of coontacts. My parents are divorced, but are still friends, and he lived in a black neighborhood for a couple years before moving to our neighborhood. My older brother use to live in that same neighborhood, but moved out due to trouble with niggers there. My dad, however, wasn't going to put up with their shit, and called the cops on some troublemakers various times, and won every time. He later moved into a house in our neighborhood, safe away from niggerville, because he got tired of it all. Can't say I blame him.

So, in closing, if niggers have a problem with you in school for whatever reason, it will follow you throughout your adult life, and with me being 27, it sucks. This, my friends, is the pure reason why I now keep my distance from niggers.