Cruel Life #9

So I heard that being confident can get you a girlfriend. I do not know if I should believe that. In a way, I do not want to because hopes can bring you down too.
C: You do not even know what you are saying. You should not focus on that. Is this about that one soccer girl? Do you even still like her?
Me: I do not know.
C: You do not even talk to her. How can you like her? Focus on what ever is going on right now. I heard you are moving to a different place. What is up with that?
Me: It is just complicated...



Enrichment

Now this was a crazy schedule. Period four. It is the class that we all have in the middle of the school day. It is usually enrichment, but It felt like torture to me. It was not the classes, it was not the teachers. It was the constant movement of the class. There are just so many enrichment classes out there. At the beginning of the school year I ended up with a teacher that thought History.I was not sure it it was enrichment, or intervention. I did not want intervention because I already felt like a smart kid. There was a lot of students in there so it was a little crazy. The teacher gave us a syllabus, and then mentioned that we had to write an essay about some guy that discovered the north pole. This is enrichment? It was probably intervention, but still, essays are crazy. I expected grammar or something. I was in there for a week. The essay was due that week, and I had not even started. As I was thinking about it, some random lady comes in our classroom, and pulls out a few students including me. She informed us that a new class was made for a few students. I was then transferred to the other teacher's class. At least I did not have to do that essay anymore.


English Measuring Up

The next day, I showed up at the other teacher's room. She seemed nice. I realized it was another intervention room. I still was not happy. She was an English teacher, and she was Latina straight out. I had never really seen that before. Anyway, she made us do some book work from the "Measuring Up" work book. It was not so bad because she made us work in groups often. It made the procedure a little more fun. I met my friend Jesus that way. We became friends because of that class. We would always talk about a social media page that we wanted to invent. We wanted to call it "Your Space" because we thought Myspace and Facbook were too lame. We never made it. Anyway, I realized that Jesus was in my algebra class. We both realized that we were suppose to be taking intervention classes for math because we were missing seventh grade math since we had algebra. Classmates with algebra told us this, but w ended up being switched anyway. we were only in the English class for like 3 weeks, until we were pulled out. The councilor sent us to some science teacher who was doing intervention for math. Jesus and I were the only seventh graders in her class. All the others were eighth grade magnet students. We were only in there for like two days. Jesus and I did not like our switch because we had to eat with the sixth graders. This was due to the fact that the teacher's class was in the sixth grade building. This made us both such loners during lunch. It was depressing having to eat without our friends, but each other. Anyway, after the two days, a math teacher next door came in and decided to take us in. She had intervention on what we had to learn. Again, we were tho only seventh graders. Sh was a good teacher. her work was not really hard, but we were still stuck in first lunch.

Seventh Grade Math

It was until my algebra teacher decided to take us in. his class was full, but he wanted to teach his own students. Jesus and I were pretty happy because he had his classroom in the seventh grade building. this meant friends back. Jesus and I became close friends after that whole epidemic. The only sad part was that i had no seat to sit on. i ended up sitting down at the corner of the classroom using one of the computer desks. I sat there for the rest of the year. It was not fun, but it was not as bad either. I had my own personal space. Having my algebra teacher again meant having my algebra teacher twice, but it was worth it because he was a hell of a teacher. The hell of changing classes was over. It was crowded, but at least the teacher felt satisfied. I was not too satisfied though. It was not his class. It was the one after. I remembered that It was scared to go into her class every day.More hell. She took away most of my school fun that year. It all started...

In Memory Of - Ayon, Mr. White, Mrs. Jimenez-Gonzalez, Ms. Orosco, And Ms. Gutierrez