Why I Hated Martin Luther King Jr.

image of Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.
My childhood nemisis
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.

There are some people who have birthdays at inconvenient times. Some were born on or near Christmas or during some national tragedy like those born on September 11th. There are others who were born on leap day so they can only celebrate the actual day of their birth in years that are evenly divisible by 4. Back when I was in elementary school, my birthday conflicted with Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Why did he have to be born the day after me? Martin Luther King Jr. ruined my childhood.

In my elementary school when someone had a birthday, they would bring in a treat for their classmates. The birthday boy or girl would get some kind of hat. The usual in my school was the paper crown you could get for free at any Burger King restaurant. We would also get to be first in line for recess, lunch, and for bathroom breaks. Then at a certain time, usually just after lunch the class would sing “Happy Birthday” and nosh on the treats. It was a special day and one I wanted to have very badly.

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They say it’s my birthday…

Today is my birthday and I can tell you having a birthday in January kind of sucks. It seems that it has always sucked. It is snowing, cold, and it is 2 weeks after New Years and the same week as MLK day and it all brings back bad memories for me.

I bring this up because today it is freaking cold, snowing and blowing, which reminds me all the missed birthday parties when I was in elementary school.

Back in the day, if it was your birthday, time would be taken to celebrate it in class. I remember there was a paper crown you wore and you gave out cupcakes or some other treat to the other students. It was a bit weird for the birthday person to give out stuff.

About 90% of the time, when my birthday came around in January we either had no school due to snow or in some cases we were out for the day for Martin Luther King’s Birthday.

So out of the 6 years of elementary school I think I got to celebrate my birthday once or twice.

I just now remembered that some kids had birthdays in the summer so they never got to have a party in class at all.

But enough about them. This is all about me… me…. me… boo hoo…