Moving out of sixth grade into seventh should be good, fun, and easy. Of course anybody would think this after having a first good year in middle school. What could possibly go wrong? Well in my case it felt like everything. So this is how it began.

I was eleven, and starting seventh grade. The first day of school was usual for any first day. Nerves, scared to meet the teacher, scared to be tardy (even though they weren’t counting tardies), hoping to have friends in my classes, hoping not to get lost. Yeah, these are all things kids wish and think of on their first day of school, i’m sure of it. So I did what I did what I did every year. I got up scrambled through my closet exhausted and nervous trying to find the right outfit to make a great first impression. So remembering we have a dress code, I pulled on my khakis and my favorite colored polo, blue.

When I went downstairs to wait for the bus, of course my mom wants to take pictures. With my brother going into high school it was kind of easy to get out of pictures. Seriously my mom isn’t a photographer for a living but sometimes it sure felt like it. We got on the bus, just like we did last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and so on. Yes, it was the same old annoying people from last year just with new sixth graders. So we have always gone to the high school first to let the high schoolers off before going to the middle school, where I get off. Seriously my nerves were through the roof. I don’t think I have ever been that nervous. So I get inside and find my locker, right where it  was when we went through and found all of my classes.

As every other girl in the school. I looked around to see where the hottest guys were, and if there was any of our gossip girls with lockers near by. I was disappointed to find that none of my friends were on  my team, which meant no friends in any of my classes. Let alone none of my crushes. That meant new friends for my mom to pester me about. So I sadly found my way  to my first period class which was gym. I really was not happy to have gym first period because that meant stinking all day. I became even more frustrated because we have a sub on the first day! Apparently my teacher Mrs. Brown was having a baby. Mrs. Brown’s class was not the only class there, we were joined by Mr. Berry’s class (all boys class) and Mr. Newton’s class (all girls). They gave us our assignment notebooks and another copy of our schedule’s.

Next came second period, which I had science. I had a really awful teacher, I don’t even know his name because everybody referred to him as Mr. Peabody. My brother had warned me that I wouldn’t like, which for once my brother was right. I didn’t like Mr Peabody at all, nobody did. The bell rang and of to third period I went. I was Social Studies time with Mr. Lopez. Which by the way Social Studies is my second to worst subject next to Science. I didn’t mind third period but it was boring. After that class I went to fourth period with my favorite teacher, Ms. Fitzgerald but we call her Momma Fitz. I loved her class, it was choir. You see when you take a music class at my school you have that teacher or three years, unless you drop out of the class.

Then came English for TWO periods! UGH! Oh well, at least we got lunch in the middle of that class. I actually don’t mind english, I just hate to read sometimes. So at lunch I made some new friends, and if my mom asks (which she will) I have know them for awhile :). So after lunch and sixth period, I went pre Algebra with Mrs. Susie. See I am in advanced math so it should be hard, but it probably won’t because I am good at Math, English, and of course Choir.

That i show my days were until about third quarter. Yeah, I got Cougar Extra Credit Award for second quarter but that's about it. At the end of third quarter I learned that my English teacher was moving to Montana with her new husband, and we were getting a new teacher. So in Choir we go to these competitions and well my school usually gets golds like for the last twenty years, which is the highest you can get. Well for some odd reason we got SILVER. I KNOW RIGHT!!!!! Our teacher is going to kill us! That’s what we thought, but she didn’t. She said it was probably just nerves, and we did some hard music so it was okay.

So our new teacher had come for English, and it had become boring. We did do anything, which don’t get me wrong was nice but boring. All we did was work sheets and listened to music. So far my year sounds okay right? You probably thinking there is no reason for her to be writing this. Am I right? Like she said it wasn’t a good year but I would take a year like this. Well let’s remember that there are four quarters in a school year, and I am at three. This is how it begins.

First I get grounded three days before my birthday because I was stupid but still, that sucks. That ended with no birthday party, no cake nothing. I got the gifts already purchased for me but that was it. Then one day I randomly got asked out. I said no, not even knowing the guy. Yeah, he may have been cute but I really wasn’t into that stuff. In the long run I am very glad that I said no because that guy became very creepy. Every day after I said I would catch him staring at me, and in my opinion that is just weird. Then a couple of days later we get two new kids in English, and all they do is stare. Well this is just great, I have three people staring at me with no control. You see I always thought I was a ugly person, and sometimes I still do.

I always wanted to be that girl that boys paid attention to because I never thought I was good enough for someone to want to pay attention to. After this though I think I would rather be ugly and get no attention for any guy, because guys are just like stalkers. Even feeling that way I still find myself wondering if I will find myself someone to marry. If someone will ever want to marry me, because until this moment no one has ever been interested in me. To be honest with you, it didn’t last long either. They stopped paying attention to me when they asked my friend to have sex with them and she said no, then they asked her if I would and she said. Like seriously guys that’s all you want. THIS IS SEVENTH GRADE!! So at the end of the year I moved on to eighth grade, and then freshman year, and so on and so on. To this day I still don’t get attention from guys unless it’s for sex, which I don’t do, and that makes me feel very ugly. All the time.