Teenage Years

I graduated from the 6th grade in 1994.  You're probably asking why the 6th grade because most students graduate from the 8th grade.  I went to elementary school from Kindergarten to 6th grade and then I went to middle school for 7th and 8th grade.  So, the 6th grade graduation was for leaving elementary school and moving on to middle school.

I was of course nervous during the first week of middle school.  I remember on the first day of school, the principal was talking to everybody in the gym and he stressed that the school is a middle school and not junior high, because it used to be junior high when 7th, 8th, and 9th grades were there, but 9th grade were moved to the high school, which left the school with just 7th and 8th grade.  I suppose the principal also talked about school rules and stuff, but I don't remember.

Each school day started with homeroom at 7:45 A.M. Homeroom lasted until 8:23 A.M.  There were seven 45 minute classes with four minutes between classes.  Lunch was 30 minutes at 12:30 P.M.  The school day ended with the final bell at 2:55 P.M. and buses left at 3:00 P.M.  I always rode the bus in the morning and afternoon.  The bus came at 7:00 A.M. in the morning and I got home at about 3:35 P.M. in the afternoon.

In school, I was different from the other kids.  The other kids picked up on that and that probably was the reason why they picked on me and got me into trouble.  It's like this, if another student threw a paper wade at me, I would always pick it up and through it back.  I always seen to be the one who got caught by the teacher and not the other student who started it.  About 95% of my troubles in school were because of stuff like that.

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Since I graduated from Motlow State Community College in May of 2006, I started missing high school.  The graduation ceremony brought back memories of my high school graduation.  Let me rephrase, I miss the last two years of high school.  The last two years of high school were better than the first two years.  I remember my classes from the 11th and 12th grade.  Of course I remember my classes and teachers from as far back as grade school.

When going to high school during my senior year, my mom drove me there because I didn't drive.  We were always running late or I was always running late.  I probably told my mom to drive faster, lol.  I was late several times and I would seek into class hoping the teacher doesn't see me because the teacher was never in the room right after the bell rings at 8 A.M.  And there were a lot of times I would get into the room before the teacher did.