6th Grade

6th grade was the first year I ever felt smart. I had the most awesome teacher in the whole world. Mr. W. was tall and nice and wonderful! I practiced my spelling words, I studied for tests all because if you got a good great you made it into a spelling club or science club and then you got to have pizza for lunch! It was the most awesome thing ever!

Sometimes I felt bad that I lied to Mr. W. You see, each week we were supposed to have our spelling lists signed by an older sibling or a parent. Well, sometimes I forgot and so I would forge my older brothers name. All I had to do was write sloppy. You see Mr. W. had my older brother in class two years before and he knew he had sloppy handwriting. He never questioned me once.

6th grade was the first time I felt dumb in math. I was in the higher of two math groups and so I had to go to Mrs. V's class for math. I didn't jive with her teaching style, or the amount of homework, so I didn't do so well. I was getting a "C" in math and at Parent Teacher Conferences Mr. W. said I could move to the lower math group if I wanted (I had wanted to almost the entire year because I didn't really like Mrs. V.). He didn't really think I should, but it was an option for me. I think I even remember him talking to me about it too. However, we were finally studying something I totally understood, fractions, and I wanted to do what would make Mr. W proud, so despite that fact that I really would have rather been in his class, I stuck with it and got a B in the end.

Thanks Mr. W for believing in me and giving me the motivation to be my best. Thanks for making me think that I was smart.