1Story of My Life
Middle School
Part 1: 6th grade
I spent a wonderful summer of relaxing and traveling a bit before school started. I was going to a private school in place of the public one I was going to go to. My mom thought it would be a better idea for me to go to a smaller school, because the learning environment would be easier. She was of course taking into consideration my O.C.D., ADD, ADHD, and terrets. This school meant a half hour commute, but it was alright because my mom worked in the same city. The school held only 50 students, from grades 1-8. It was a considerably small school. And I was one of four girls in middle school. This could be broken down as such:
Total: 4 girls, 5 boys
6th grade: 2 girls, 3 boys
7th grade: 1 girl, 2 boys
8th grade: 1 girl, 0 boys
GRAND TOTAL: 9 middle-school students
Now do you get how small it was? Well, with four classrooms, all indoors, it was an interesting place. It was year-round, going from 7:30 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. It's a long school day, right? Well, not quite. As a self-paced school, and a very interesting one at that, meant NO required homework. At least for math it wasn't. I managed to do about 1-2 homework assignments (sections), in a week. However, everything else was pretty much due at a time. However extensions were NEVER out of the questions. To sum it up so far, it was pretty awesome!
I made two good friends that first week. Shannon and Amanda. Shannon was half black, half white, and Amanda was Asian (not that it matters anyway). Amanda was a year older than I, and Shannon was my age. I was never quite the 'popular' kid. In fact, in Elementary school I was ridiculed. I was strange, always on the outside. I didn't come to resent that until later years. Now my older reputation has faded, but a few memories of me in others still linger.
Now I'm getting off topic, don't you think? Jean was a year older than me, and very much Philipino. Most people would think it strange that a small 'white', and I use that term loosely, should like him. He was sweet, cute, easy to talk to, and well… a boy. I could act strange around him, be myself, and him not think any less of me. Have you ever seen "The Breakfast Club"? Okay. Well I lived part of that, and it's a gross part. ITS SNOWING! I made snow, show Jean, he just laughed. I might now add to clear things up, I NO LONGER HAVE SNOW! Okay, now if you don't get that, then you probably haven't seen "The Breakfast Club".
Here is where the boy-girl relationship gets tricky. It was almost a love triangle, well more of a love line. I liked Jean, Jean liked my friend Amanda, and Amanda… well, she didn't like anyone. Not that she told us of anyway. It was blatantly obvious that Jean liked her, and she was absolutely discussed that he could like her! I wished he would like me.
Later, he came to terms with finding out that Amanda did not like him, and I confessed my crush, which can now be assumed that it didn't work out. He was shocked. He had no clue at all. I don't think he was very perceptive, because everyone else figured it out. And that was just the beginning of Middle School.
A/N: I know that this is rather short, and not written well, but I am having trouble right now with life, and so (you may criticize me for this if you wish) I practically forced this out. Yes. It is probably the first time I have FORCED something out (well that wasn't for school at least). I promise when I get my life together I will come back and make it more detailed and less… shall we say… crappy.