Mary D. Carter Elementary, PS 151

Trying to take care of five kids on your own, requires  time and effort that my mother did not have, so I started school when I was three years old. This gave me an advantage because the hippocampus (memory center), finishes developing at three. Now this does not mean that I am smarter or more gifted, rather I have had more practice with recall so it is easier for me to remember information.

   Since I started school early, I was always the youngest in my grade, however I grew fast so I was the tallest. This made me a target for bullying so much of my time in elementary was spent in the principles office for one reason or another.
  First grade was great, I had my best friend Deja, she was the prettiest girl in our grade and I was the tallest. We had a click, with the twins, we formed our group because the twins lived in 50-03, I lived in 50-05 and Deja 50-07; 50-150ty girls. You know when people are only your friends cause you are big and they figure you can be security; since they didn't seem to actually like me, we stopped being friends by the end of the year.
   Second grade, I learned the most in Mrs. Slantskie's class, known for being the hardest and meanest second grade teacher. My only complaint would be she smacked the desk with a ruler if you fell asleep; I always finished my work early so I frequently was woken up to my desk being smacked.
   Third grade, I found my voice, up until this point I knew how to read school books and do my homework, I was a great student but I couldn't read that well. However, this year our class was putting on a performance for the school, I really wanted the lead so I memorized every single line of the main character. My hard worked paid off, I got the lead over Ecatherina and became an amazing reader from that point on. Once I read it, it was committed to memory, ready at a moments notice to be repeated.
   Fourth grade, I fought the most this year, both girls and boys. The females had boobs and the males thought they had balls and since I was tall everyone wanted to test me. For those that know me, I have great relationships with adults but not people of my own age. People my age, think I am a doormat, that year either you respected me or you feared me.
    Fifth grade, I don't remember much of the school year, I had a great teach Ms. Asdaul but a week after school started, 9/11 happened. Anything that happened after that day didn't matter.

Elementary school socially set the tone for the remainder of my life, I was born alone and I was determined to die alone. People are mean and cruel, rather then taking the time to get to know you they will attack you if you are different, even if you are a child.