6th Grade

It was the week before school, and my mom and I were barely buying school supplies. I didn’t feel nervous or too excited about school. I was looking forward to seeing my friend after a pleasant summer. I had spent quite some time the night before preparing my things. With three children in our household, my mom was scurrying around, attending to my younger sisters’ needs. Not to mention, my dad had to attend work the next day and needed to leave well before dawn. The day came, and before I knew it, I was already walking out of the car.

At the beginning of the year, all of the schedules were messed up. I had to wait in the MPR room for nearly the whole day. At first, it took me a while to grow accustomed to all the buildings; now, I’m walking around as if it’s my own house. I had lots of enjoyable and irritating classes along the way. Encounters 6 had to be one of the most amusing yet frustrating classes. We built dioramas, assembled collages, and created shields composed of clay. The nerve-wrecking task was writing short paragraph essays nearly every week. There were also hard questions for tiresome reading passages that were quite lengthy. 

Soon after came spring break, then, a global pandemic hit and quarantined us. I was content I didn’t have to go to school and enjoyed remaining at home. Covid-19 delayed our return to school and enclosed us in the comfort of our homes for about eight months. For the remaining of the 2019-2020 academic year, we continued school through virtual classes. It was a pain, although it was better than attending school. I was ready to say hello to summer. Once it finally arrived, I remained ignorant of any thoughts about school and enjoyed my vacation.