Cruel Life #12

It affected me a little bit. The move. It was a whole new neighborhood. I now live in an apartment. The other apartments are really noisy. It looks so ghetto.
C: It is that other high school territory. That is why it looks the way it does.
Me: So?
C: Relax.
Me: I do not! Want to go to that school!
C: I know you do not want to go there. As long as you stay on that program that will most likely keep you in your current high school.
Me: What if I do end up moving?
C: You will mess up so bad!
Me: How?...

These were like my favorite classes ever. Perhaps It was probably because they were electives. It was my break from academics. Here, I was actually able to express myself. Art and computers.


Art

Period seven of my seventh grade year. I started off with art. The teacher seemed nice. I kinda liked her. As a teacher! Anyway, She did not really teach us how to draw exactly. She taught us the forms of art. I think people expected to be taught to draw. Many just switched out because they simply did not like the class, or it was not what they expected. Most of those people were my friends. I think They were jealous. They always complimented my art, and they liked to draw things that I could not. This would be what they loved to show off the most. Anyway, It was an amazing class. I actually learned to draw based on the forms of art that I learned. It was an easy class. It was also my favorite activity. My Friends later realized that I was so good at it, that they began to ask me to draw for them. I thought they were pretty lazy to me. I was young. I did not care. I just wanted to draw! So I drew For them. I helped one of them "earn" an "A." I did not really help the other one. He wanted to do his own drawings, and prove that he was better than me in a way. Towards the end of the semester, we got our drawings back, and our grades too. I had an A! The teacher then gave me a certificate for having amazing arts. My two friends complimented me. I was happy because for the first time, they appreciated the fact that I was good at drawing things. I did not feel criticized. Then, the second semester came in...

In Memory Of - Hugo Lopez, Anthony Soto, and Ms. Crow