ANOTHER ONE!

Just as a disclaimer, please don't expect proper grammar and punctuation in this blog post, or any other future blog posts. I'll do my best with the spelling, but everything else is up in the air. Run-on sentences, incomplete sentences, numbered lists, and bullet points are all very good friends of mine, you will meet all of them very soon.

Grade.

Number.

SIX.

Out of all of my years in school, Grade 6 is definitely the most "foggy".

Maybe that's not the best way to put it.

It's just that nothing really "eventful" happened for me that year.

I do remember that this was the first time I would actually go to different classes for my school subjects.

Up until then, it was always one teacher who taught us everything.

Math, Science, History, English (Which my school called "Language Arts" until I was a Freshman in High School, no one could ever tell me why they called it that). 

It was always at the discretion of the teacher.

She would just decide to stop teaching one subject, and just start teaching another one.

Not this time around.

Each subject had its own dedicated teacher.

What a concept!

History was definitely my favorite subject out of the four.

I didn't mind Math, but I hated having to "show my work".

There's only one right answer to the math problem.

And I have the correct answer.

So I don't get what the problem is.

"Well, I need to SEE how you got that answer".

Alright, then you can WATCH ME press these buttons on the calculator.

I always loved how they tried to feed us the same lies over and over again.

"When you grow up, you're not going to be able to just use a calculator to get the answer"

Wrong.

"When you grow up, you need to be able to write in cursive"

Wrong Again.

"When you grow up, you're going to have bills to pay"

......

They were right about that one.

Science was always fun when we got to do the "hands on" stuff.

I didn't care much for English.

Now don't get me wrong, I love the English language.

In fact, I use it every single day!

I'm using it right now!

I didn't care for English for one specific reason....

Essays.

I HATED WRITING ESSAYS.

I hated it with a passion.

The font HAD to be "Times New Roman".

The font size HAD to be 12.

It HAD to be Double Spaced (or Single Spaced if the teacher decided to be extra cruel).

The margins HAD to be "Aligned Left".

Because we all know that without these parameters, it's impossible to convey a thought.

Let alone get a point across.

That's why I do my blog like this.

It's spite.

Pure spite.

Subject?

Predicate?

If I sometimes maybe feel like it.

Maybe. 

No promises.

I always hated seeing the red pen all over my essay.

"You should start a paragraph like that".

"That's a run-on sentence".

"You needed to use a semicolon here".

Don't even get me STARTED on semicolons.

What purpose do they ACTUALLY serve?!

None. 

They serve no purpose.

Like mosquitoes.

They are just there to annoy you.

I could write an entire post about semicolons and mosquitoes.

I just might do that.

Anyway, let's move on.

The Geography Bee came around once again, and this time.......

.........I didn't make it out of the "class level".

Bummer.

BUT.

There was always next year for that.

As far as "special subjects" went, gym class was still my favorite.

When you love playing sports as much as I do, gym class is usually your favorite.

Basketball, Hockey, Soccer, Football, Dodgeball, Capture The Flag, Kickball.

I could go on forever.

I loved them all.

I mean I still liked other classes too.

Home Economics.

I get to cook food and eat it.

And get graded for it.

Sign me up.

"Tech Ed."

Better known as "Wood Shop".

I get to make things.

I get to use a hot glue gun.

Sign me up.

Art Class.

I can't draw to save my life.

Luckily the grade was only based on "effort" and not "quality of drawing".

Stick Figures and Sailboats for life!

As the year was coming to a close, I was getting excited for our "class trip".

In 5th Grade the previous year, our "class trip" was to our "Town Beach".

....

Not very eventful.

But THIS year, we were going to Mt. Tom!

I had heard such wonderful things about this magical place.

Waterslides.

Food.

Other awesome rides.

Sounds great right?

One small problem.

Apparently, the grade ahead of me decided to get into a fight with Agawam at Mt. Tom the year before, and Southwick and Agawam were both asked not to come back.........

.........ever again.

Awesome.

Scrap that idea.

The consolation prize?

We were now going to Riverside Park instead!

Now known as "Six Flags New England".

Long story short, it was a very nice consolation prize!

Summer break followed, which meant lots of swimming, video games, and sleepovers.

My three favorite things.

Doesn't get much better than that!

That was, until 7th Grade came around, but we'll get to that in my next post!