Where my story begins is far before 7th grade… well not that far.
My first disaster was in fourth grade, I was being quizzed on multiplication, the sheet was barely colored in which meant I did not know my stuff. Everybody was passing before you could say “supercalifragilistic”. But I was different, by the time you are done singing the national anthem I was half way through. Then 5th grade came up to bat. I sat in math class wondering how I was gonna go through this. Dont get me wrong, Ana is a marvelous teacher but I was a lousy student. Luckily, (or not) the year went quick and 6th grade wanting a piece of me too (Great ? ). Let’s be honest here, Margaret scared the beejezuz out of me every math class. The worst moment I remember is when Margaret said, “INI, MINI, MINY… KAYA”, and yes that happened, my reaction in my head was sort of like, “OH MY GAWD, WHAT?!, WAS THAT MY NAME?!!!!!!! ? ? “. Even though Margaret scared me to death, I still think she was a pretty fantabulous teacher. After that I washed up onto the shore of 7th grade island.