Academic Autobiography

               My Kindergarten teacher, Ms.Courtney, was my favorite teacher along with Mr. Rogers. They had a class of about 40 students and there were two classrooms right next door. During reading time we would get in a line to go next door to Ms.Courtney’s room. Then for math we went to Mr.Rogers room then we would do things together in holidays. They were my three favorite years I even wrote my first poem in that class and I also decided to help animals in those years. Once 2^nd grade was over I cried because I felt so attach to my teachers I didn’t want to go luckily for 3^rd  grade my teacher would let me go read to my old class.

I spent two years with my 3^rd grade teacher and he was always proud of me. He made me banker in the class and the one accountable for ordering books. During lunch I would either play handball or go to the library to help put away books. I became the friend of the meanest T.A in the school, Lucy. Everyone hated her and because she had a mole in her nose and she was fat they would call her witch but my trips to the library got me really close to her. I was also the one everyone went to for guidance. I would solve problems at lunch and help friends play together in peace. I then decided to join student counsel and I loved it. I was happy.

            My 5^th grade teacher became my best friend and she still is. She educated me very well and told me everything was possible. She inspired me to join a contest known as Art in the Village and from my class I was the only one to win. My teacher was so proud that she went to the ceremony as well. I was chosen as the translator so on the day of my graduation I would have a V.I.P seat in the front. I was extremely happy and sad at the same time but I kept thinking I am going to Troy Camp for a week.

The University of USC had offered me and four of my friends to go camping for a week without parents. In that camp I learned about friendship and love I made another family there and I never thought it could be so much fun. The counselors all had nicknames and mine were called Hunny and M&M but there were still others like Joker and Speckole. I loved that week I just wished I could have stayed there forever instead of coming back to a nightmare.

My first and last week of 6^th grade came because we were going to move to North Carolina permanently. I cried so much when we moved it was so hard to leave all my friends and family to go live at a forest. The second day in North Carolina was my first day of school and it was no fun. All my classes were in the basement level and to make matters worst I was the only Hispanic (Salvadorian) there and I was treated differently. My sister had met another Hispanic girl the first day of school but there class was upstairs nowhere near my classes.

            At this point its better if I stop because the years after that have gotten pretty hard but life is hard and some just have it worst than others I guess.