Throughout the Years: The person I'm becoming to be

Grade 7

To me, Grade 7 was like Grade 5, in an emotionally kind of way. The teacher was the best teacher, in my opinion. For some reason, all the male teachers that I have; had some kind of impact on my life.

That year was a blur. All that I remembered was the class that I hated the most.

Gym class. In gym class, we had to learn how to do a dance (which I am terrible at), and these extreme exercises, like burpee's, planks, etc. I was the only one who could not even do one full burpee properly. My class had a gym teacher that was the next door to us and my class would switch classes; they have science and we would have gym or health.

Also to make matters worse, my cousin was in that class. She always made me feel bad about myself. She was constantly working out, getting in shape for ringette, to be able to make the Canadian Ringette team.

Ever since then, I felt bad about my body. All because of that teacher. I still am upset about my body all because of her. Grade 7 was a turning point for me, becoming quieter as the years grew.

That year we had a new classmate. At first, he was kind of okay, I guess. But on that fateful day, we were doing graffiti art, where we had to do our names, initials, or a word that would best describe us. I decided to do my initials B.R.A.D. I was deciding on to do either a short version of my name or the first pet that I had. He saw and asked about it. I told him that it was the first cat that I had.

After that, he started calling me, "Kitty-Moo" all throughout that year. It was the worst mistake that I have ever made.

This continued up until the Halloween dance; well, most of it. There were a few decorations up, like streamers hanging on the doorway to the gym. The dance itself was amazing for my very first school dance, but it was hell. It just so happened to be his birthday that day.

I was enjoying the dance but, he kept coming up to me calling me Kitty-Moo over and over again. I tried to ignore him, throughout the dance but at this point it started to get to me. By the time a slow song came on, I started tearing up. Then a circle formed with my friends and Hazel eyes and Curly came over. They tried to cheer me up and successfully did, making me laugh. He offered to dance with me, just to cheer me up. My friends encourage me to dance with him, but I decline the offer.

I still had a crush on him during this time. The first thought that came to mind was that he was just doing this out of pity or that his ex-girlfriend was going to be mad at me. They just broke up and I wasn't sure if he was single or not.

To this day I've regretted saying no to him, but maybe it was for the best. He's been kind and nice to me for more than 14 years (I think?). Always saying hi to me during the day, etc.

That year I've made a friend that we got to sit beside each other. He would turn my days around and made me feel like I was important, I think. I felt like me and him were best friends; he taught me that it was okay to be myself, but it didn't really sick to me that much. He would, also, call me Kitty-Moo but I told him it was okay to call me that, but not just every day, constantly.

Remember about the teacher I was talking about. Well, the was homework from health class that I forgot at school. My mind was somewhere else that day. So, I decided to do this at lunch and finish it up, like you usually do during lunch in elementary. It just so happened to be her on lunch duty.

I was rushing to do my homework before the bell rang for class. I was trying to be discrete about it when she started questioning me what I was doing. So naturally, I told her that I was doing the worksheet for the other day.

All of a sudden, she started yelling and flinging the worksheet in the air, telling me that your garbage. She said that this is garbage, but I knew for a fact that when a teacher gives you a worksheet; it usually isn't garbage. And why would she tell me that the worksheet was garbage when it was due next period.

I started crying, hysterical. She continues to yell at me while I was crying. I wanted to go home so two people, who were my friends, took me to the office. Then this got the attention of the vice principal, who by the way had the hugest ass I have ever seen.

My mom argued that this wasn't normal for me to be calling and wanting to go home and wanted to see the teacher that cause me to do this. After discussing this, I had to still go to school. I was quiet that whole day and when school was over, I went home and cried to sleep.

Before that year, I knew I wasn't the lightest kid in that grade, but that year I started to think that I wasn't going to fit in with the grade. She was putting these ideas of eating disorders and Body Mass Index into my head. I started to become slowly depressed that year.

Near the end of the school year, the school board decided that it was a good idea to move the grades 7 and 8 to the high school down the street for next school year. The reason was that the high school would've been closed if it didn't happen. Also, the elementary was getting too crowded with being the only one public school open in the Mitchell area.

I thought it would be amazing to be at the high school a year earlier. It was all new. I got scared that I would get lost in the high school, but to my dismay, it was a square-shaped school. So, it was hard to get lost in a school that is pretty much a circle.

But little did I know, my friendships would slowly dissipate when entering the high school.