Adult Chris: [v.o.] It had been a year since my mother sent me to Corleone Junior High for a better education.
[A boy bumps into Chris as he walks towards the school]
Chris: Jerk.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] Oh, I was getting a better education, all right. An education in misery. I was tired of my classes.
[Ms. Morello's class:]
Ms. Morello: Inga, binga, binga, bunga. Chris, what tribe are you from?
Chris: I don't know!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] I still struggled to get sleep.
Chris: Night, Ma.
Rochelle: Night, baby. ... Chris, get your butt up! It's time to go to school.
Chris: Ugh.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] And worst of all, everybody hated me. The kids hated me. [Chris is chased by a group of kids] The teachers hated me. [Chris is chased by a group of teachers] Even the lunch ladies hated me. [Chris is chased by a group of lunch ladies] The only good thing that happened to me at Corleone was meeting Greg.