First grade
In first grade, I don’t remember much. The only things I can recall are that I went to an elementary school that I haven’t been too or even since I left. The name was Ruth N Upson. My teacher, Mrs. Stovall was like my idol. Looking back, I have no idea why I liked her so much, she was just friendly. Every day when my mom picked me up from school, she would bring our dogs and I would run and get Mrs. Stovall so she could play with them.
Second grade
By this point, I moved to Miami. My elementary school was called “Palm cove”. The cool thing about this school was that it was modeled after a baseball team. The teachers were called coaches, the students were the players, and classrooms were referred to as dugouts, and if you got your card flipped you “struck out”.
Third grade
This is the year I started to participate in all my school activities. We had an annual school fundraiser in which every one attached jingle bells to their ankles, arms, and clothes and we ran around the block. It was known as the “Jingle bell jog”.
Fourth grade
I started attending after school care because my mom didn’t get off work until 5pm. Every day after school we had snacks, I usually sat with my friends Mari Carmen, Alex, and chynnel. We played kickball almost every day with about thirty other kids and I always loved playing. I started to realize that maybe I liked Alexander as more than a friend. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone though.
Fifth grade
This was the year of many hurricanes. All I can remember is my step dad having to get onto a ladder and put up hurricane shutters. The shutters stayed on our house for almost 3 weeks, because the hurricanes were back to back. It was so dark in the house since all of the windows were covered and there were several days in which we lost power. We used flashlights and candles but the house was so hot. My stepbrother Cameron, and I just played board games and my mom and step dad mainly hung out downstairs. The first day that we got to actually leave the house after the hurricanes had died down, a tree fell right next to my step dad’s car.
Sixth grade
This is the year I started middle school. The night before, my mom found a 2 week old kitten, which we decided to keep. We had to bottle feed it. I had to wear a uniform to my school, and this is the year I had my first boyfriend.
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