Mad is the word. The word that reminds me of sixth grade. I hated that year. I wish I had

known what was going to be going on during my sixth grade year, the last and worst year

of elementary school. Mad is the word that remains in my head about my dreadful year as

a sixth grader. My madness was one that was caused by disappointments that hurt me very

much. Disappointments from my teacher, such as field trips that were planned, then canceled.

My sixth grade teacher gave me a lot of disappointments that made me very mad and made me build

a state of hatred in my heart. No one ever let me down that hard before, and I never hated

anyone as much as I did him. Disappointment. Wasn't the only reason that made me mad

my sixth grade class, another was getting in trouble at school especially talking that

was, what really bugged me was writing sentences, those awful sentences, that my teacher made

me write, hours and hours I'd sit in write 50, 10, 150, 7th day and night. I write those dreadful

paragraphs, which embarrassed me and more important it made me ashamed of myself which in turn,

deep down inside made me realize that writing sentence wasn't fair it wasn't fair to make

me suffer like that, it wasn't fair to make me sit in write until my bones ate, until

my head felt every whore pain and every had it as I wrote, I got matter and matter until

I cried, I cried because I was ashamed I cried because I was disgusted, I cried because

I was mad and I cried for myself, kid who kept on having to write those damn sentences.

My angrilyness from sixth grade will scar my memory for life and I will be ashamed of my

sixth grade year forever.

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