6th grade

If my family life was bad in 5th grade, my personal life in 6th grade was even worse. I can’t imagine how I could have possibly been tormented more than I was. I remember three names from that year; my best friend, Aaron, my girlfriend, Willa, and my bully, Sean. One of the worst things that happened a few times during the course of the year was coming to school and finding an additional lock on my locker. It wasn’t that it was difficult to remove – the janitor had some huge scissors that could easily cut through metal – but I definitely felt disliked by my peers. Halfway through the year, in my first venture into the strange world of women, I told a girl named Willa that I liked her and was pleased to hear that she felt the same about me. However, aside from going to school dances and the like, it’s not like we actually spent time together. That can be blamed on me – I didn’t want to spend any time with Willa outside of school. Even during 6th grade, I was deeply private and spent most of my free time alone. My best friend during 6th grade, Aaron, I only saw once a week. Looking back, I see nothing notable about 6th grade and I was glad when we moved to Michigan.