During the 6th six weeks

They could have gone better, a lot of bad things happened during these six weeks. Everything should be okay now, what's really bugging me is that I don't know if I'm going to get out early yet. And if I don't, the schedule is going to be really confusing. This six weeks I tried to do all of my work and tried to turn it in on time, the last time I checked I was passing all my classes, but I guess anything could happen I just hope I get to be a junior next year.

Personal CCOT Essay

  I was born on June 12, 1997 and I don't know where and at what time. A year later, I got sucked into the Catholic religion and got baptized. Nothing really happened, only that I started to speak more but I usually only made sounds. I only spoke if I needed to. Then in the year 2000, my brother was born, I don't think I ever liked him because even today, I still bully him. A year later.\, we moved into the house we're living in right now. A year after that, I started school, which I hated. I remember telling my mom that if sent me to school that I was going to cut or kill myself. I know, I was crazy, I was four when I said that and I still said it, but stopped because it never worked. In, 2004I transferred to S.S. Conner Elementary School, a lot of people I know since first grade, go to Skyline. But yeah, new school, new teachers, and new friends. In second grade, I had Mr. Galvan and he was my 2nd favorite teacher. I got really close to him and called him grandpa. Fast forward, in 2007, I has Ms. Marroquin for 1st, 3rd, and 4th grade. She was epic and my favorite teacher. My aunt moved out in 2008, which I cried because we were really close. She has a good house now and two dogs that I love. I had my first pair of eyeglasses the year after that, and I never wore them because they made me look like I have big eyes. IN, 2011, I cracked my elbow because I was chasing my brother in the living room. He ran and I climbed on the edge of the sofa and slipped, falling backwards. So I extended my arm out so I wouldn't hit my head and that's when I heard it pop a couple of times.....it was painful.

A year after is where all the crap really begins, I started high school. It was a big school and didn't really get to talk to some of my friends anymore. Ever since I started school I hated it, I threatened my mom because of it, but I still have to go. Well this year, I'm taller than everyone in my family and the only girl who has made it this far in school If I keep going, I'll be first girl to graduate high school..ever. No pressure there. -_- But yeah I'll be first