6th Grade: Fear
My sixth grade year was one of constant fear and nervousness. The change between elementary school and middle school was one I hope to never go through again, and the way things are going I probably won’t, but who the hell knows anymore. Doggonit it’s getting me scared thinking about it.
7th Grade: Hunger
I looked like a girl. Hair down to my shoulders and a pretty face, this was the year everyone, even bus drivers called me ma’am and I was catcalled on the street. I have to admit it was fun and even a little inspiring and encouraging. This was also the year that LACES became interesting and unique instead of stressful. I had heard about the difficult nature of LACES, and that paranoia which had plagued me in and ruined my sixth grade had more or less disappeared by the seventh grade. If only I had known what would happen next…
8th Grade: Despair
My year of academic ruin to say the least. Not really, but Honors Geometry was a huge asset in making my year bad. The only class I needed a tutor on, or at least the only class which I did get a tutor for. Then there was the Coronavirus. Tough time. A few weeks off school is good for a growing energetic boy of fourteen, but a couple years off warped me and made me really weird and gross, and it all started here.
9th Grade: Violence
This year might’ve actually been the least violent year I’ve had physically throughout my time. Covid meant I couldn’t fight anyone with them being six feet away from me at all times, and at that time I was too young to purchase a firearm. This year did mark the Covid year of school, which was fraught with confusion and mystery in a way not dissimilar to the sixth grade. This year was also the year where I discovered the true majesty of the internet and its many videos, for better or worse, which more or less made me forget all of this year due to a lack of energy.
10th Grade: Growth
I grew about four and a half feet over quarantine, leaving LACES a little girl-boy and reentering a lithe, strong young man of 6’1″. With an essentially new first impression available, and with me finally being in high school it was almost like the sixth grade except it was amazing. Good friends and camaraderie mark this year.
11th Grade: I have no idea. It might’ve been fun?
Nothing of importance or interest happened this year. Maybe something did but I wasn’t paying attention.
12th Grade: Triumph
The perfect year. Beautiful. A true blue work of art. Studies were a little harsh at the beginning of the year but after that it was smooth sailing.
