Oh my gosh. I’m dying!
No Thanks, Middle School!
Ohmygosh.Ohmygosh.Ohmygosh.Ohmygosh. NO.NO.NO.NO.NO. Before I start, I would like EVERYONE who is in my sixth grade class to read this post. I don’t want to go to middle school and leave my class. This year, I had a perfect class. A perfect teacher. And a perfect school. This year has been undescribable. So in this post, I will tell you my sixth grade story.
The first day of school in August. I still remember what I wore: A white tank top, a gray and white cover-up, flip-flops, and jeans. When I walked in, there was a table near the door and a seat waiting for my butt to be on it. It had all of my friends that I already knew sitting there already. There were crisp pencil waiting for me to grasp them. I wasn’t still a puney fifth grader, I was a strong and bold sixth grader.
Friends have really made am impact on my year. Some have slowly drifted away from me and some friends I met this year. Some have back stabbed me and some have always been there for me. All of my friends ( From Taylyn ———-> heyyy Bianca!(; )have one thing in common: They all make me smile.
Mrs. Rahmany. Don’t even get me STARTED with you, again. I seem to always say the same things about you because I just want you to remember me and that all of this is coming from here… No! My heart! I love you very much. You have been such a mother to me! You’ve helped me with problems; weather they have to do with math, my family, or just social problems. You understand me like no other. You’re like a diary that can keep the darkest secrets. You’ve been through a lot yourself and I want you to know that I respect and love you. Thanks for the kick-butt year.
Now, I’m going from puney sixth grader, to strong and bold seventh grader.
Everybody: I know it’s not thelast day yet, but have an awesome summer and have fun! Good luck with your transition to middle school! I hope to have a reunion in the future. Stay wild. Stay free.
