Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The last year I was me

I remember being in elementary school and thinking I'm glad to be here. I loved my friends, I had friends, I talked to everyone, I got along with pretty much everyone. For five years my class stayed pretty much the same. Every year we would maybe loose one kid and get one new kid. My class of about twenty five kids stayed together. The other four classes of kids in my grade didn't like to talk to us, because to them we were weird because we were smart. I remember hearing the other kids talking about us saying that we were lame and losers because we were learning more then them and more advanced, to them we were just a class full of geeks and nerds. I never really understood the kids outside of my class. They were so mean to each other and to us. Always wanting to fight with us. My class might of been ahead school and learning wise but towards the end of fifth grade i realized that we were behinde in maturing. Maybe mature isn't the right thing to call them, but the other kids all cared about how they looked what kind of makeup they were wearing and who was dating who. Before I saw how the other kids were acting I loved myself, i didn't care what other people thought of me , and i think that's because everyone in my class liked me, I wasn't afraid to do something crazy like make dumb faces and mess up my hair, or make a town out of rocks (which became very popular at my school), or play with the boys whether that was tackle football, basketball, kickball or even murder ball. Quick side note, murder ball was a game my class played where two teams would stand on either sides of a soccer goal and throw balls at each other, its really like dodge ball except you could do things like chains and go past the line and other things. But the reason we started playing was because during soccer a boy kicked the ball from the goal and it hit me right in the face, to he then let me throw a ball at his face. Everyone was there for each other we were a family. It wasn't till the end of fifth grade were i began to doubt myself, I soon realized that I didn't like who i was. The last day of school after promotion everyone was going to stay in class till the day was over so we could have one last day together, even though all but four of us were going to the same school. I don't remember why but i just wanting to leave, I didn't want to be there and i didn't want people to see me.

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