Pusheen

When I was in third grade, I was obsessed with Pusheen. Pusheen is a weird little cat drawing that is often paired with cheeky captions like “I donut want to do homework” or “couch potato.” For my ninth birthday, I had my parents get me the official Pusheen book with a limited edition cover. I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Every day, I would put it on the side of my desk, facing the front of the class. That way, all of my classmates would see it.

In that class, there was a teacher's assistant assigned to help a little boy with autism. She was an estimated 350lbs and had a massive lazy eye. Like so lazy, it was basically comatose. She liked to pretend she was the teacher and give commands to all of the kids - I guess to prove that she was superior to something.

Anyways, one day, she was circling around the classroom and brushing her finger across the books on everyone’s desk. To this day, I don’t know why. When she came to my desk, she rubbed her nasty finger on my limited edition Pusheen book and bent the cover. 

I almost got up and fought her. I could feel the anger in my feet. I was so angry that I had to go to the bathroom to start crying. In my head, I repeatedly said, “This shouldn’t feel as bad as it does. When you get older, you will realize that it wasn’t that big of a deal. It’s just a book.” 

Well, I’m a senior in high school. I’m still mad and I’m trying to find that woman online to send her a letter. Sometimes things just suck, and sometimes grudges turn into cancer. I feel justified, though.