You cant to know about my school life? Alright, try keep up.
First, I went to this one school for kindergarten, can't really remember anything about that school.
I changed schools the next year, and stayed till fifth grade. It was a good school, the teachers were nice, I made a group of friends, though, as time went on, we seemed to be growing apart.
Once fifth grade started, I transferred to a private school. I hated it, and I really one of the teachers. I transferred back to my last school for the rest of fifth grade.
Then came middle school. *sigh* Middle school, what a ride.
For the first half of sixth grade, I went to the school were all my friends went, but didn't have many classes with them. At that time, our differences became apparent, I just a "hanger-on" in the group, didn't talk, didn't play, I just stood there. Upon realizing this, I spent the rest of my recess alone. While I was at this school, I pretended to act like I'm some kind of psycho killer, to help keep any bullies off. But doing this landed me in hot water, I was suspended for threatening people, and they would have an "investigation" into it. And my mother, god love 'er, got pissed, because I didn't really do anything. So, I left halfway through the school year.
The remainder of that year, was spent bouncing from school to school, not staying in one place for very long.
Then I moved to Illinois.
Seventh grade was nothing special. All the teachers and students at the school were uninteresting. I changed schools the next year.
Side note: I passed my computer English class, solely on the extra credit I got for bringing in tennis balls. Seriously, I did 0 work, I just brought in enough tennis balls to pass.
Eighth grade is, so far, my favorite year. I didn't have any friends, but I loved a few of the teacher, epscially Mr. Stenburg, my social studies teacher. He would always have funny stories, and funny was of putting things. It was the first time I ever liked social studies class.
Then cam high school.
For the most part, freshmen year was okay, the teachers were nice, I made a couple of friends, they served pizza in the cafeteria every day, not that bad. But near the end of the year, I started getting chest pains. That caused me to miss a lot of school. The doctors couldn't find what was wrong with me that year, but the pain seemed lessen during the summer. I barley squeaked by with a passing grade that year.
Sophomore year stared. I was still at the same school. In a couple of months, the chest pains started up again, and my mom realized what it was. I was having panic attacks, because of how much I hated going to school. Being the kind mother that see is, she enrolled me in an online school, that I'm currently "attending".
I'm currently in my sophomore year, taking online classes. Where my school life will go from here, who fucking knows?
