Journey To Yourself

Chapter 5: Second Grade

I'm just gonna be real honest with you, my second grade year was not anything exciting. I don't remember all that much.

I do remember that this year was the first year my brother and I were in the same school, which was a bit of an adjustment. I never have been too keen with having myself associated with him at school. I always have thought it put a "bad mark" on my "popularity card." I guess it never did, but I always worried. His image has always been so much nerdier then mine.

Academically I excelled. My mom has told me that they wanted to put me in advanced placement Math, but she said that after about two weeks I gave up, as none of my friends were in that class. I suppose you could say that that was the first truly big mistake I have made in an entire life of big mistakes.

Friendwise, I had a pretty decent number. The people I primarily would hang out with was a smaller group, but I knew-and was friends with lots of people. My best friend, Savannah, meant the most to me. Around this time she got another friend, Kaitlyn. She always got on my nerves, as I felt like she was taking Savannah away from me. I guess I got jealous. Yes-I am TOTALLY the jealous type. She just made me feel less special! One of the friends I don't remember as well was named Esperanza, although I just called her Espy. Back then we were pretty close. One of my best friends was pretty interesting in my opinion. Her name was Ma, and she was from Burma, which I found pretty cool, especially when she gave me a little scrunchie/hair-tie thing from her country. It had this absolutely beautiful metal flower, green and white painted, with little fake jewel inlays. The most comical memory of this is I would wear it all the time, and it took us so long to notice how it scratched up the back to my chair at the breakfast table! The last "groupie" in my little squad of three is Heeba. It was always me, Ma, and Heeba-at least when I wasn't hanging out with Savannah. I guess there are just too many people to describe in detail.

I don't really remember the experiences all that well, but for sure I remember the people. I like to think that my interactions with them helped make me a better person-or at least a more humble one!