Indecisive

E-vermore

     North Stone was pretty great and I met a lot of people but I was so excited for middle school but also scared. I just moved so I would know no one there but the thought of using lockers was just so intriguing to me and I didn't realize that it would just be another hassle that I had to deal with. I'm so organizly unorganized. Organizaly isn't a word, I know, but hey it's my book so I can do whatever the heck I want. So I guess I want to make up words. But to further explain my organized unorganizeness, my room could be a total land fill and everything will be everywhere but I'll know exactly where everything is.  You could come to me and be like, "Kimberly, where's my orange pen?" And I would tell you, "okay so you see that black t-shirt over there? No, not that one, the one beside it (I own a lot of black t-shirts for those that don't know). Okay so look under that you'll see a folder. Okay and in that folder in the left pocket is the paper you gave me three weeks ago that you can take back now. Okay now move that blanket and shirt and you'll see a pencil pouch. But the orange pen should be to the North West of the pencil pouch."  Yeah so do you understand? Ha you should see how my locker looked in sixth grade. Our lockers were small too. There were three rows instead of two. And we weren't allowed to carry around our book bags and I would bring so much stuff that I didn't need.
     I remember on my first day at Carlow Middle school, I wore about 16 different shades of pink. Bluhgd, that's the sound of me vomiting. I had a big ass black and pink Justice bookbag and the binder to match. I had my Betsy Johnson purse that had skulls and pink roses on it. I wore black and white vans with hella bright like neon pink socks. Like long socks they weren't even short. Then I had on black pants, but it gets worse. I had on a different shade of pink tank top and I pulled it all the way down so it would show and a black shirt on top of that. I wouldn't be surprised if I wore my Barbie necklace with it. I went through a Niki Minaj phase. The thing is I thought I was the shit and I was cute. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME??
     Anyway you should probably know that I was the shortest twig in middle school. I was always the short friend. I was like 4' I think going into middle school. I also weighed 60 pounds so. Yeah and I played trombone, which probably weighed more than me.
    When I first got to Carlow, they messed up my papers and they placed me in the wrong classes. I'm a person that catches onto things quickly and loves math. I'm just good at it. So when I was in my math class and when the teacher asked a question as simple as, "What if the divisor is a decimal? Does anyone know what to do?" And I was the only one that knew the answer it made me curious what schools my classmates came from because I learned that years ago. And I'm not trying to toot my own horn or sound stuck up or anything. I'm not saying I'm a fucking mathematician because I can divide by a decimal. I just didn't understand why no one else knew or if they were just not paying attention. It was probably a little bit of both.
     Later that week I found out I was placed in the wrong classes for about a month. I wasn't in the gifted program and I didn't even realize it. I finally got my schedule changed and had to find a whole new path through the school. We were separated from the rest of the kids in the school but we would always travel together and I loved it. I remember on my first day of my new Science class, I sat in the very back because that was the only seat open and we had a quiz on the scientific method. But thank God we listened to a song about it before we took the quiz. I'm really good at memorizing lyrics the first time I hear them. It just kinda comes naturally. I made a 100% on that quiz and I felt really accomplished in life.
     Maxwell didn't go to this school and neither did any of my other friends from North Stone. But that was okay. I met some people here that would be my best friends for life, for eternity, for evermore.