School started. My mother and I went to the office of the elementary school named Sir Alexander McKenzie Elementary School, and I thought I would be in 4th grade. Oh, I was wrong, so very, very wrong, indeed. The school did put me in a 4th-grade classroom, but for only a week! And after that week, they put my classmate and me in different classes, but we were now in 5th grade! I fucking jump a level! How cool and stressful was that? Hell, I wished I didn't skip a level because if I didn't, I would have been in the same class as her (of course, I'm telling it later.)
I was not clueless about what to do at school. They just put me in a class, and freaking introduced me to my new classmates; I was utterly shy and embarrassed. Thankfully there was a person or two that came up to me and introduced themselves to me; one may have toured me to the whole school. That one week was hella hectic. I opened doors for kids and teachers; they were all looking at me and telling me, "Why are you there like an idiot?" Of course, they didn't directly say that to me, but I was pretty sure that those were in their minds. After that one week of hell, the grade four teacher, let's call him 'Ms. D' separated all of us to the grade 5 teachers. There I met Mr. Young.
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When I first met Mr. Young, I wanted - desperately needed to go home and cry all day. He was one scary teacher and too much of the person's justice side (sorry, I can't describe in a more precise way.) But later on, life, he began to notice my insecurities. I was new with a weak vocabulary and no friends. He made two individual blocks called Block F, for me and four other students (the same age as me,) let's name them, Janelle, Emma, Alishia, and Nisha. The second block is with the counselor and two older students, let's call them, Talia, Avery, and Ms. S. I never agreed to all these so-called 'special blocks,' but I had fun. I realized that Mr. Young was and still is a great teacher who helped me when I had peer troubles. Mr. Young encouraged me, and we often played games: chess and checkers when we had free time.
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They said reading was fun and that they would be a great help in improving as well. I OBJECT!! Forcing a child to read was basically child abuse! YOU MADE ME HATE IT INSTEAD! Yeah, I was talking to you, mother. You ferocious tiger mother!