Well it all started when I was in kindergarten. I don’t remember about it all I remember is that I meet my best friend there. I remember it was ok and I had fun learning. In first grade I remember that I liked the teacher Ms. Sanchez but not what she made us do. I hated to write sentences or to write anything that wasn’t the ABC’s. I remember that when I started second grade I thought it was going to be great. Turns out that I was the most picked on by the teacher and the one who always got lost in whatever he said.
I remember one thing I liked the most was learning how to use money in his class. Mr. Angobaldo was a really good teacher. I admire his work but he was too harsh on second graders. Well he had this thing in which he thought us how to use money. He would charge us for using the restrooms our doing something bad in class. I don’t remember how much but I do remember he would make us tell him how much we were giving him and how much change we should get back. When I entered third grade I thought it would be the same thing but it wasn’t it was a bit much easier than second.
My third grade teacher Mr. Martinez thought me how to multiply and how to follow instructions to the fullest. We learned how to follow them because we had to do this beautiful works with string. If we didn’t follow the order we would get the wrong image but if we did it right we would the drawing of a beautiful colorful apple or something else. It was something my classmates and me enjoyed doing a lot. It was something fun he knew we would enjoy and he knew he would be teaching us some value too. My fourth grade teacher Mr. Zamudio he wasn’t as fun or as boring as people said. He was very ok we never had a problem with him. He thought me everything I knew about essays, paragraphs, and things like that. I loved doing these things because I learned even more without thinking about it. I really don’t remember much about that grade. In fifth grade we got a new teacher which was very fun but strict. Her name was Ms. Heim she was a fine teacher.
I liked her a lot because she thought us girls what we would eventually find out in life and that life wasn’t as easy as we thought or imagined. She was very realistic person. She took us to the Getty House and to the beach before our graduation. She made our graduation unique and special because she thought us how to sing songs of our culture and to dance them. She even made us wear typical dresses of where our parents are from. It was very fun year for us. When I started middle school I thought it was going to very difficult and I wouldn’t be able to go on to high school. I was right in a way because I got picked for being the shyest one or I got called names that really hurt at that age.
Sixth grade was fun. There was this one teacher Ms. Cantarero she told me so many things that helped me out through middle school and still help me today. She advice me on so many things. She helped me get over the fact that I shouldn’t be pushed around by other people. She was more than a teacher to me she was a friend too. I miss her but I can’t go see her because she moved to another school. In seventh grade things were a bit different because I started school late and cause I had moved to Riffle, Colorado the very last days of school during my sixth grade year. I definitely wasn’t the same girl as before. I had changed my perspective on everything because I didn’t care about anything anymore.
It was really hard for me at that time because we had left my dad and we got back with him. I was starting to rebel in a way. In the end I gave up trying to be a rebel and went back to being my normal self. In the beginning of eighth grade I became the same shy but with an attitude type of girl. My teachers liked me because I listened but not because I answered back.
After my middle school graduation we had definitely left my dad and my mom started to meet a new guy which is now my stepdad. He told me it would be best if I left Miguel Contreras Learning Complex to come to West Adams Preparatory High School. I really didn’t want to come here because that would mean leaving all my childhood friends. Once I was out of MC during the second semester I thought I would be lonely for a really long time.
I was wrong I made friends by the second day and I even liked my teachers and schedule. So far high school has been a great experience for me. It won’t be easy for me to go ahead and think of college but I will soon and I’ll get use to the idea.
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