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My School Experience

School. The most annoying word to hear on a Monday morning after a great weekend, or any day at that. And just when you think you're free, there's after life to high school...college. What can you do about it you ask, absolutely nothing. Maybe cry alone at night like the rest of us, but other than that, there's NO escape.

    Lets start with the Elementary years. If you were like me, all you cared about were boys, boys, boys, and what you were gonna eat after school. Yes I was a chubby bunny in my Elementary years. I never really worried about my school work yet NEVER failed. Fifth grade was probably the best year I ever had (Elementary wise). The playground was lit, my friends were hilarious, the chicken nuggets in the cafeteria were amazing, and not to mention I was beginning to become less socially awkward. Then came Middle School....

    Drama, drama, drama. You think Elementary drama is bad, there is nothing worse than an 11 year old girl being jealous because her friend is friends with someone else (If that makes sense). I cant imagine what my teacher went through at this time. May her happy soul rest in peace. Seventh grade was absolutely awful. I liked someone WAY older than me. I was loud, obnoxious, bratty, annoying, stupid etc. Girls if you're in middle school and you're like this, chill. Please. There is nothing worse than a little annoying girl lurking around for someone older than her. Just Stop. Eighth grade was no better. My best friend was leaving for early college, and she hated me because of a bunch of rumors/lies that were started. I thought my whole world was crumbling. I thought I was awesome though because in eighth grade you just think you're so old! Then came High School.

    Ninth grade. Basketball, Boyfriend, and Best friend. This was probably my least favorite year in the history of Tatum's school years. At first it was awesome. I had the perfect boyfriend. We thought we were gonna be together forever. My best friend was gonna be my maid of honor and we were gonna have our kids at the same time.  Then along came DRAMA. The rumors were started, and everything was OVER. No more boyfriend, no more best friend, no more anything. I had about 5 friends at the end of the year and they were all guys. Girls were just causing too much drama for me at this time. I ended up being home schooled the next year because of everything that occurred in my ninth grade year. Tenth grade was pretty chill though. No drama. Just me and the books...all day. In  silence. But looking back ,as I am now in my eleventh grade year, I was just a stupid little girl (still am) who didn't care about anyone but SELF. I am encouraging every girl to never be a "me". It was save a lot of trouble and heartbreak in the times to come.Eleventh grade is awesome! I have officially started some college and have the best friends in the world to share it with!

    Hope this helped some "boy crazy" girl to be less worried about the next guy she will be with, and be more focused on school and what you can do to better yourself as a student. Thanks for reading! XOXO, Tatum!






   



   





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