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| Remembering 6th Grade |
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I know a lot of people who think that the school years were some of the
best years of their lives. Most say high school, but for some people,
high school began in 6th grade. I was one of those people. We only had
two schools in our system, so it meant that we were with the older kids
much earlier than some other people.
It was strange, to say the last, and it was hard to deal with 18 years olds at the age of 11 and 12. Even so, 6th grade was something that was horrible for me, but it wasn’t about the older kids. When I was in 6th grade I got very sick and missed a lot of school. I got chicken pox from my younger brother. He was back to school within a week, but I was out for almost two months. I got very sick after I had the pox and no one really knew what was wrong with me. My mom took me to a lot of different doctors and now one knew what to say or what could be the problem. I got my 6th grade homework sent home so I could do my work, but I was feeling so bad most days I couldn’t do it. I guess after all of that I was lucky that I passed the 6th grade. I was a new student in a new school that year, and when I went back to 6th grade classes that year after finally feeling better, I felt like the new girl all over again. That was a very rough year for me, and I can’t say that I would want to go back and do it all over again. No one ever figured out what was wrong with me back then, but I suspect now that it might have been a depression from having to move from the home I knew to a new school, but I can’t be sure. I don’t want my daughter to have memories of 6th grade, or any grade for that matter, that are as bad as mine. I have chosen to live in an area with a good school system, and I plan to stay here. I can’t think of any reason why we would want to move. If my husband were to get a new job, he can probably find one right here. I want her memories of 6th grade to be better than mine, and I want her to stay within the same school for the entire trip through. |
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