It was the start of middle school, time to be a big sixth grader. I couldn't have been more excited. I went up to the desk and politely told the lady my name and she in return handed me an envelope with my name on it. I scurried back out to the car where my mother waited for me. I opened it up and read aloud what my classes were. English, Science, History, Math, Choir, and Band. It was the most ordinary schedule ever and I loved it. I excitedly text all my friends all saying the same thing " What classes do you have?" They quickly replied that they had Honors English, Honors Math, Honors History, and Honors Science. I was shocked, they were all in superior classes together. As a sixth grader all I cared about was being with my friends. I didn't want to be separated from the people I grew up with, I didn't want to be treated differently from the others. I was lonely, and excluded, but I couldn't figure out why. I had always been just as smart as my friends, good …show more content…
I told her I needed help to improve, how I wanted to be in the honors team. She said it'd be a lot of hard work and I'd have to give up time after school to come for help. So that's exactly what I did. We would stay everyday till three thirty working on my weaknesses everyday. After a few months she told me I'd have to work on a different subject to be in honors. She had talked to my English teacher, who also agreed to help me out. We read multiple books like "to kill a mockingbird" by Harper Lee and "Stargirl" by Jerry Spinelli. I did extra work, like writing essays, learning sentence structure, and improving my reading skills. Towards the end of the year my teachers and family could tell I was blossoming. My state test scores went way up and as the year came to an end, I felt smarter and more open minded. The next year when I went to pick up my seventh grade schedule, I was so proud to tell everyone that I was finally on the honors