The Intro (Me) [Kinda like a Prologue]
That day was the day I'd hopefully learn how to be a 'big boy', or at least something bigger than a boy who wears polo shirts and jeans everyday to fifth grade hoping somebody would compliment me on my self-chosen outfit. I'm definitely not the most attractive person around but I didn't have crooked teeth or broken glasses with super messy hair like somebody who just got out of a mental hospital. I wasn't what most would call, "One of a kind" because I had um. . .another half? I'm a twin. . .twins get confused a lot. . .you get asked, "Are you two twins?" a lot. . .you get annoyed and answer "No, he's adopted.". . .and the list goes on, but let's not get too into that right now because what I really caught an eye on was people around me.
Nobody wants to be a twin, especially those who are already twins. It's irritating. It's redundant. It's annoying. And lastly, it's redundant. Twins always get asked if they're twins and I get irritated by it so I could only imagine how others would feel after a longer time of being a twin than I have. That's about it for my 'twin' venting.
In 5th grade, I came face-to-face with an ample supply of opportunities to get ahead of my academic game so that I'd be prepared for middle school but. . .I never took those opportunities and I stayed about the same pace as I was in elementary school except, teachers started intricately grading homework/ classroom assignments in middle school. Macaroni art wasn't exactly standard work in 5th grade, we went through approximately 15 trees a day worth of paper and would have to be prepared for the next day's worth.
5th grade was a breeze though, nobody bothered you or annoyed you, teachers were super friendly (except for Ms. Snyder), and you actually got to outside for 30-45 minutes for recess time to go and socialize with your peers! Those were some good times and some easy grades that took forever to do but they were easy and this sentence is not redundant because it doesn't repeat.
5th grade graduation, blah blah blah. . .New school, New set of people, New personality. . .(6th grade)
