my fourth grade year wasn't all that great, either. I knew most of the people in my class and I was very excited. I even had a semi-rival, semi-friend there. When he first saw me, he was smiling. I did not really like him initially because in third grade he bullied me with a bunch of other people. i hated that. But we became friends but as soon as i moved to a new high school we began to drift apart. We hardly saw each other and if we did it was only in the summer and when holidays took place. This year when I went back to visit at our usual hangout, he did not appear. I called him twice and he did not pick up the phone. He probably had forgotten my number and had moved on since then. Well time moves on and friends grow apart.
My teacher yelled at me most of the time simply because I was acting like a fourth grader, and being my foolish self, I always made some really stupid remarks. people were offended. I wasn't. In fact, I found them quite funny. This one guy kept telling me to shut up and I would just talk back to him. he was probably on drugs or something. nah, he was sick all year long and so was i, after that beach incident where we got all wet and we forgot to bring an extra change of clothes.