It was worse than ghetto bro. I have hundreds of stories. Like me and that friend who taught me about the joke doing “parkour” and climbing the roof of the school. We’d play soccer with a dusty ball in the parking lot. During jummac we’d sneak out and run laps around the masjid barefoot. We played wrestling during break in the masjid when we had free time. Take a dwarf tiny school bus that fit the whole school on a highway, we’d throw rocks and some random sh*t off the highway on to cars we were so loud and annoying we made 3 bus drivers quit and they just had to keep rehiring. The school was very tiny, at most 20 kids. Only 2 grade 7 students, me and my friend. We cheated on every test, I fed him all the answers. Eventually they caught us because this guy got careless and copied my answers word for word. We got the exact same multiple choice wrong and right. Me and him had a fist fight during quran class because he was banging on my chair. The list goes on, I’m still leaving out parts on each of those stories.
Too bad my sister got expelled from the school after karbashing this somali girl at the school. I remember my older sister doing her braids the night before getting ready for the fight. After my sister was expelled my dad pulled our whole family out the school. I ended up moving to scarborough just after and not in contact with the day ones. I remember he had a wild little brother who ran grade 5s.
