I was very bright when i was young, in kindergarten i got my first and only honor roll which was the highest achievement that a student could get. In first grade i was a troublemaker so that didnt go well with my grade the teacher hated me because i would make her life a living hell, me with some other classmate would fight over anything but i still managed did pass that first grade. In second grade i was improving in my behavior and my grade werent the best but i was trying. I remember one thing about second grade that all the students had to participle in a play it was the Independence of the united state of america.
I had one line but i was so nervous because very parent, teacher,and classmate would be there and i begged my teacher her name was Ms. brown by the way. The moment of truth came and i said it after saying my line i thank god that i didnt have a heart attack or mess up.Third grade was find i did my work and by the end if the school year i was pround of myself that i had passed the grade. The whole school talked about how fourth grade was the hardest because the teacher would give tons of homework so i was sacred going into the fourth grade.
I was back into my troublemaker ways because the classmate I dislike was back. The teacher would tell us to needle down witha heavy book on our heads or she would get a yard stick and hit the desk when i wasnt paying attention and i didnt know if it was us or if it was her (down syndrome) son thta would get her mad every single day. In fifth grade my teacher was Mrs. Hamilton god rest her soul she died over two years ago. Everyone thought she was so nice but i didnt see it in her because every time i would get a F or a bad grade she would yell out "F BOY".
I told my mother but she agree that the teacher was right to call me that. The sixth grade teacher was the same one as my kinder her name was Ms. Martel she really was the nice one . You would have gotten away with murder in her class but she was truly a nice and fun teacher. In seventh grade i had three teachers because i had failed that grade my aprents were very upset,disapointed they told me that they werent going to put me in another private school again but they did my next school was St. Gergory.
I had To finish half of seventh and eight grade in that school. The teacher seventh grade teacher Ms.Phills was nice to new students that came to the school. So eight grade was coming up and the whole school said that the eight grade was the hardest grade in the because the teacher would be tough on you and would want you to succeed. I started the eight grade the whole year went well, with my studies and we went to alot of field trips. We had like 4 field trips one to San Diego Zoo another one to Knotts Berry Farm and the last one to Six Flags all the trips we took were with my friends and classmates. That was the prefect school year but expect for one thing that i didnt get into the school i wanted which was Don Bosco.
So I had to come to West Adams Prep high school i didnt like the thought that i was goign to go to my first public school but i had to. Freshmen year wasnt godd for me because i would be a loner no one to talk with. i would walk to the halls of the third floor. I really waqnt to go to a great university something like a UC or a CAL state.
