Second grade. If I had to describe it in one word would be tragic. Why is it tragic? because of one event that I would be remembering through out my whole life. On the year of 2014, I was hanging out with my friends during recess. In this group of friends their was Justin, the new kid of the school. He was hyperactive, smart (ish). Ish because sometimes he would forget the right answers, but it's normal. During recess, Justin was about to fight with a kid who was older than us. He picked a big rock that was on the floor, and before he was about to throw it he "Elisamuel watch out!!!" he yells. I didn't hear it at first. The rock hits me, as I walk crying to the principal's office to go to the emergency room because of the massive pain. My aunt Sandra picked me up and took me to the emergency room to get stitches. Two weeks later, I got to the emergency room to get my stitches removed. When I got back to school, my classmates told me that Justin was expelled from the school.