Nooooooooooo!

So...

The note went through the wash when it was at Andy's house. It's apparently a flat, unreadable piece of paper now. So I wrote another one.

A third note, yes.

This note was remarkably shorter, except I forgot some things (And I wrote in pen...) so I wrote out an attachment and stuffed it as secure as I could inside the sealed envelope. Kathy came by to pick it up and then go directly to Andy's house (since he lives less than 15 blocks away from my house. Go figure.) and we couldn't find it. Again, go figure. So I started writing out a FOURTH letter. Maybe it's a sign, but I refuse to believe bad omens about this. When I was almost done with the letter, Kathy found the third one, and I finished off the letter just in case the third one doesn't make it either, for whatever reason, and folded it up, not bothering with an envelope this time.

And now we wait.

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Since this blog post is rather short, I shall tell you the story of my school life.

It started out in preschool, of course. I started earlier than the other kids, because my mom already knew that I would be ahead of everyone, and when she was given the choice to have me start preschool or wait another year, she jumped at the chance to put me in as soon as possible. So I took a test, and I remember being asked to clap 5 times, and then 10 times, and then being taught how to play hopscotch. It was that kind of test.

I was the only one in my preschool class who could read fluently, so preschool was pretty much just a big playtime away from home for me. One day we made applesauce, and one day we found out what happens to ice when it's put in water. I learned how to write my name later on, when one of the assignments was to write my name on a piece of paper that was written by the teacher when she interviewed me about things like what I wanted to be when I grew up (I literally wanted to be everything at once), and she wanted me to write my name, but I didn't know how. When she taught me, I practiced a little on a piece of paper. I am one of the few people who learned lowercase first, but I was bad at it, and my "G"s looked like "E"s and vice versa.

I had advanced so much that my teachers recommended that I only take one year of preschool. So I took another test and they said that I was eligible for Kindergarten. So I got enrolled at Pathfinder, where Tyler was already in third grade, and I ended up in the Duck Clan. I didn't know how to pronounce "kindergarten", either, so when people asked me what grade I was in, I would tell them I was in the Duck Clan.

On the day before the first day, there was a little thing where the kids got familiar with the classroom and the parents got to talk to the teacher. This was where I met Jack.

Jack was sitting in The Boat, which was a life-sized boat that was like a loft bed without a bed, and the boat itself was filled with toys. He was playing with a pair of binoculars and asked me if I wanted to play with him, so I did. Then Jewel came in and joined us, and we were the only three kids until we had to leave.

On the first day of Kindergarten, I sat on the floor, waiting for class to start when I saw a girl that was standing obediently next to her mom, and, of course, being who I was, I approached her without caution and asked her if she wanted to be friends. So we became friends. This was Rain. Later on that day, I met Aster and Vienna, and later on in the year, I befriended every girl in the class and hated all the guys except Jack. At one point, I got chickenpox and had to stay home for a week and I actually cried because I missed all of my friends. I got the scar on my eye from scratching one, and it fell off. Much screaming ensued. Also in Kindergarten, I tripped, fell, and slid partway down a steep hill, and got some more scars on my knees from that.

In first grade, James joined the party in the Bat Clan. This was the year when nothing memorable happened; the calm before the storm.

In second grade, EVERYTHING happened. Jack and James were put in the Spider Clan and Jewel was put in the Wolf Clan while everyone else and I were in the Frog Clan. I met Emma that year, and Kyra (she gets worse) stole Emma away from me, almost brainwashed her into a mainstream prep, and then gave her back. Then Emma "moved" to Texas, and came back a couple of weeks later. Then in February, I gave a kid a concussion by backing into him and knocking him to the pavement on the playground. He was Aster's friend, which didn't help, and she said she would help me make a card for him and she would give it to him. She used a house stencil because there weren't any hearts For a few days, I couldn't be forced to go outside to the playground because the blood stain on the pavement was still there. Everything was fine and dandy after that until my mom died in April. It was a secret for about a month after that; nobody knew except Rain and the teacher. One day, I said accidentally that my mom had died in front of the whole class, there was a universal gasp, a silence, and then a storm of apologies. People made me cards, even Kyra. At the end of that year, Aster and Rain left Pathfinder.

In third grade, I was still in the Frog Clan, because all the second grade classes were mixed with the third grade classes, which didn't help when it was WASL preparation time, because third graders had to take the WASL, but second graders didn't. On Christmas that year, the basement flooded with sewage water, which nobody knew about, but when the fire happened on Valentine's Day, it was no secret. The whole class knew, and a lot of people gave me abundances of gifts and cards, which was sweet, but it didn't make me feel any better about anything. Third grade was also the year that I got my first bra, because my dance teacher asked my dad to get me one. He refused to get me one when I asked because my dance teacher asked me to, so I was walking around for a long time with my arms crossed. I didn't even get a bra until after the photo shoot for dance class, so those were probably the most embarrassing pictures I have ever had taken, and whenever I found a copy, I ripped it to shreds and threw it in the trash. Not only was it because that was when I didn't have a bra, it was also because I was gaining weight by then and when I smiled, a lot of the time I had a double chin, and it was embarrassing to me. And the poses I was in were ridiculous to say the least. So was the costume. But anyway, in March, Tzeitel came along.

In fourth grade, I was put into the Otter Clan with Tzeitel, Emma, and Jack, Jewel got put in the Fox Clan, and James had moved to Vashon Island, or so he told everyone. I also met Rosetta that year. Fourth grade was when I started to get really depressed and self-conscious. I wore really big clothes and had my hair in front of my face all the time. I was also at the point where I was eating a lot because I was depressed and I was gaining weight because of it, which made me even more depressed, which lead into a vicious circle. I also hated my teacher, because she didn't focus on learning and schoolwork very much. She didn't know how to spell, either. Her main concern was that we were at Mee Kwa Mooks Park three times a week via an hour-long hiking trip to do community service work, including hauling buckets of mulch to feed plants and pulling weeds. By now I had two mortal enemies; Thyroidcancer (This is a codename, just to clear stuff up) and Kyra, who were best friends, and both hated me for no reason. They constantly made fun of how Jack and I were friends, made fun of how Jack had a learning disability, and literally pushed me around all the time.

In fifth grade, I dyed my hair blue. No, not all of it. Just the front. Emma and Jack moved, so I had Tzeitel and Rosetta left, and Jewel started being all mean and emo. ED (also a codename) came along and joined Thyroidcancer and Kyra, so they were a supergroup of evilness. ED's backpack was even decorated with bracelets that had Thyroidcancer and Kyra's names on them. They all hated me, so I hated them. End of story.

Then in sixth grade, I met back up with Aster at The School. She was my only friend, but then introduced me to Captain Bojangle, Leprosy (another codename), Amy, and Stephanie. I had known Stephanie from a slumber party that Aster had had that previous summer, and we got to know each other more and became best friends. Kathy came along in maybe February. I can't really remember. I started to recover from my self-consciousness and depression around then, and I was much better by seventh grade, this past year.

After a while, I started to gradually not like our table anymore. It was getting crowded and nobody did anything interesting. After a while, I noticed that Kathy, Amy, and Stephanie decided to move to a different table by themselves, and I followed them. Then I noticed that only Stephanie was coming to the Portables, and Kathy stopped hanging out with us, so I decided to follow her, because I really had nowhere that I liked to go anymore, and Kathy was a good friend by now. So I started to join her at the guys' table and gradually was accepted. You know the rest of the story.

And now, here I am, going into eighth grade. How the time passes. Thank you for joining me in my trip down memory lane. This post is quite long enough now.

Bye.