My Life Story – Chapter 4 – Part 2

Part 2

Park Forest Academy (PFA)

Novi Novak Park Forest Academy

Since no main stream school would take me because of my white people mental issues, I was placed into a new school called Park Forest Academy.

Google it, and don’t let the reviews fool you, I tried to give honest reviews on the school websites and they actually DELETED my truthful review of the school and I got E-mails saying I was posting false information. Lol… I was the only person reviewing the school that had actually went to it!

That place was the biggest piece of shit I have ever had to live through. The normal teachers have teachers aides that are 300+ pounds just to help if a kid gets out of line.

You walk in and they hit you with metal detectors. They check you for weapons and make sure nothing you are wearing ( clothing color included ) is gang affiliated since most of the students were gang affiliated.

I learned every single gang sign in Chicago just from sitting in class watching them throw the gang signs up or throw them down. Throwing Gang signs was actually a 25 token fine in our token system. That is how often they threw up gang signs.

What was the worst possible thing of ALL of this…. I was literally ‘THE ONLY’ white kid in that school. This was a school for the kids that were put into behavior classes in their mainstream schools and THEN were kicked out of those and this was the last chance school.

I was like 11 or 12 at 5′ 2″, fat, full of emotional instability, white people issues and a big mouth.

This didn’t work out well. I would get my ass kicked consistently. Let me tell you why it’s worse, the school didn’t separate students based upon grade level. No, the kids from 7th to 12th grade were all in the same class room. So this 7th grader could get picked on by all the older kids.

Park Forest
See those little white vans in the picture? Those were the ‘Short Bus / Vans’. Someone came directly to the front of our house and picked us up in EVERY SINGLE DAY. It was actually against the rules to let your parent drive you to school unless you had a special reason.

School started as soon as you got on the bus. You were on the token system immediately. Meaning any mess ups could effect your level and tokens. Yes… level and tokens.

They came and honked twice and if you weren’t on the bus they were allowed to physically make you get on the bus unless you parent told them you weren’t going that day for a special reason.

PFA 7th - 11th

I was in Park Forest Academy from 7th to 11th Grade

 

You also got dropped back off at home by these vans. Very very very often kids would argue and fight on the van, then they would hop off the bus and fight a kid in front of his house when it came to their stop. I literally lived where most of the World Star dot com videos were filmed lol.

Back to the school, now, lets imagine this. No cafeteria… We ate everyday inside our class room. Our lunch food was delivered everyday by a truck in boxes. In the boxes were small 6 x 4 inch aluminum containers. And THAT… was our lunch… EVERYDAY. No choices, it was just set for you. And the food tasted like garbage. When I lived in a homeless shelter the food was better. I swear to God.

SIDE NOTE: It was so below average for school work, I received the same work from the start of the year to the end of the year EVERY YEAR from 7th Grade to 10th Grade. Sophmore year I told my Aunt and Uncle I felt like I was retarded because I’ve done this work year after year. I mean it was literally THE SAME SCHOOL WORK. I requested school work from the normal school district. I wanted something to at least feel normal like other kids.

Before I hit puberty at like 15 1/2 I was super fat I used to get called fat so much I was bulimic for like 6 months, that’s another story though.

Small notes about Park Forest Academy adventures, I was the only white kid so they were forced to let me play on the sports teams. Everything from Volleyball, Soccer, Basket Ball, Football you name it, I played it. Because it got me out of the very boring 8 hour day in the same classroom.

Also, nerdy as it sounds. I started the chess club in that school. Teachers would pull me out of class to play against me. Everyday during lunch I was playing a different teacher. Every Wednesday for an hour every kid who wanted to play in chess club could play. I love chess, I still do.

I broke some kids ribs with a pool stick, 7 black kids jumped me and beat my ass. Uhmmmm, I have tons of little stories but I don’t think they help the actual story any haha.

 

 

Part 3

Chapter 4 – Part 3 – Being Fat, White and Picked On Until I was Bulimic

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