The Happy Side of Things

First Grade Changes

As first grade crept closer, I became more and more nervous. I was nervous about which classes my friends would end up in, nervous about what will change in first grade, also I didn't know what my teacher would be like. Slowly my family gained more information about my first grade class. My teacher's name was Mrs. Nance. My sister also wasn't in my class, but I'd already knew she wouldn't be. Since we were twins we could request to either be in the same class or be in separate classes. That summer I had started swim team, so I met a lot more kids my age which helped me be less nervous about kids being in my class. Meet the teacher night came and I finally got to meet her. She was really nice and I knew we were going to have a great year. While we were there I ran into Mya and she said she was also in my class. I was so excited. So when the first day arrived, I was ready.
  A lot of kids failed, or were held back from second grade, so a lot of kids were older than me. But they were enjoyable. I would play tag with them because it was the group of kids that liked to run as much as I did. I definitely wasn't the fastest, and wasn't treated like a princess or treated like one of them, but somehow I made myself put up with them everyday. They weren't my friends, in fact really none of them were all that nice, but I couldn't help but feel that by playing with them every day no matter what I did or they did was somehow preparing me for the future.
   Sometime in the middle of the year the councilor, Mrs Baker, pulled me and a boy named Noah to come talk to her. Me and Noah had barely ever even talked to each other, so it couldn't have been any behavioral issue. "Breanna and Noah, the reason I've brought you here today is because your teacher has chosen you two, to be our new student helpers. You two in case that we get a new student, will be their first friend." Me and Noah exchanged glances and said we'd love to. And we were escorted back to our classroom and took our seats quietly.
    The year progressed quickly and before I knew it the school year was over. I didn't have the same feelings as last year, I wanted to come back next year, but not as badly as before.