Screw Life

Elementary School

I love my childhood years, but not my school days. You'll see why.

DISCLAIMER: THIS LIFE IS BORING AND UNEVENTFUL YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED and it's partly me ranting I think...

Some facts about me before the actual thing: I'm Korean, but I'm not into kpop so don't ask me about that, and I'm a pastor's kid.

In kindergarten, I became friends with this girl. I don't remember how we became friends, but we just were. And I would be that friend in the group who just said stuff to fit in. Hey. Don't judge me. Being the shy kid I was, I didn't know what to say to fit in.

Then first grade rolled in, and I started this thing called Mileage Club. It was this thing where you would just walk or run laps during lunch time because you didn't have anything to do. The adults in charge would give you a charm bracelet for every five cards you completed, and a card would have 20 laps. That's 100 laps for a charm on a bracelet. Wow. Anyways, my friends and I would run these laps together as a group. Then something happened, and I became hurt and friendless.

Now, some of you are probably like, "Deal with it! Who cares about not having friends? Not me, haha." WELL WHO CARES ABOUT YOU, HUH? Lol jk, don't take that the wrong way, I was just kidding. But I was only in first grade, mind you.

Second grade came, and I was able to make some friends. I had seen this girl with her friends and she seemed fun. She was. And she had a lot of imagination. A lot. The first time I asked to play with her, she was pretending to be a dragon and something with imaginary dynamite was included. *cue the dynamite song by taio cruz*

Third grade passed by, and I was put in a combo class with the second graders. And I was accused for bullying. Yay. I didn't even do anything! I didn't know what my friends were doing! And the funny thing is, I, and one other friend, was the only one accused for it. What. The. Actual. Frick. Other than that, life was good. Except for the part I accidentally tripped someone. Oops.

Nothing happened in fourth grade, but in fifth grade, I became friends with a girl with the same last name as me, so we pretended to be sisters. Plus, Astro Camp! It was the first overnight trip I had, and it was great. I went zip lining. And also puberty hit. It slapped me with bad acne and periods. Oh such joy I cannot express in mere words.

Sixth grade was my... uh, let's say "emo" year. (Yes, sixth grade was elementary for me.) Puberty had hit, I was moody all the time, I was shipped with someone, I had a nickname I absolutely hated and my sister friend had said, "get out of my face," but hey, I was being annoying so I guess I deserved it.

I'm pretty sure everyone hated me by the end of sixth grade and thought I was bipolar or something. But oh well, it doesn't matter anymore since— oh wait, that's for the middle school years.