The right to an education is a right all Americans have. Thankfully for us, there are many different types of schools to fit the needs of any child or parent. Some parents decided to send their kids to a public or private school. Some prefer to home school. Others do school online. In my preschool year, I went to a little Christian pre-school.
As I got a little older I started to go to a Public School for kindergarten. I only made it half a semester there because of how young I was. When my parents tried to register me for school. The told them over and over that, I was too young and too small for school. This was because the deadline for school was that you had to be born before August 1st. I was born on July 30th. None the less my mom still persisted. At that point, I could write very well and was learning how to read. The kindergarten finally gave in and let me come to school. The only problem was they had put me in a class with the kids who either did not speak yet, had learning disabilities, or were from another country and needed to learn English. Everything they were trying to teach me I already knew. When I would finish my work I would be told to put my head down. I remember getting in trouble for drawing, humming, and talking. This was strike one for my mom she didn't like that they were keeping me in this lower level class. Strike two was that they were discouraging my "creative mind", but strike three was a big one.
You see in kindergarten I was best friends with this girl name Airyana. At some point though she started getting really mad at me for no apparent reason. I would come home from school with bruises all over my back because she had been throwing rocks at me during recess. My mom went to a parent-teacher conference meeting where she brought it up to the teacher. The teacher said she had not seen any of it happen. That was strike three. I was getting hurt and an adult wasn't even watching the playground.
After the three strikes, my mom pulled me out of public school and decided she was going to home school me herself. My om still worked in the little Christian preschool I had gone to the year before. She would bring me to work with her and I would sit in the back room and do my school. I was working at a super-fast pace so my mom switched me over to doing First-grade books instead of kindergarten because the kindergarten books were too easy for me. When I finished the whole first-grade book in just the second semester my mom decided to go a little slower. That summer my mom quit her job at the pre-school and started being a nanny from home. I started second grade and when I did my mom made a schedule. I only did school during naptime at our home daycare.
By my third grade year the girls my mom nannied for were old enough to go to school so my mom didn’t have to nanny anymore. She went out and got a job at the middle school of the public school system I had gone to kindergarten too. We decided to give the public school one more try and thankfully the laws in Indiana were very home school friendly so I was able to go into the third grade that year when my kindergarten class was all in second grade. This was a bunch of new people and I was younger and shorter than all of them.
At the end of my third-grade year, my teacher convinced the principal to let me take a “HIgh Ability Test”. I took the test and I remember it being pretty simple. When I moved on to the fourth grade again I was put with a whole new group of people. The high ability classes. This was the fourth-grade class that did fifth-grade work. I had the best teacher that year. Mrs. Davis. Ms. Davis loved me so much, I was definitely her favorite. 3 years ago she got married and now her name is Mrs.Mongomery. She has a daughter who is named after me.
The fifth grade was the year they finally stopped grouping me with new people. This high ability class stayed together with only a few kids missing from the year before. This is where I met all of my best friends. These were the best years of my life.
After the fifth grade, it was on to middle school. In the sixth grade, I took a seventh-grade math class and an advanced language arts class. This was the year I was a cheerleader for football season. I also played in the band as a melodic percussionist. In seventh grade, I chose the pre-algebra class (9th-grade standard) along with the advanced language arts class.
School is one crazy place but my school story is a little interesting. I’m happy to be doing so well in school and I’m always happy for the ice cream that comes along with straight As.