Personal Narrative-Shipley's Choice Elementary School

The Elementary Days In my old elementary school, Shipley’s Choice, I used to be bullied. Though people still try to push me around, I learned not to pay my mind to them. Shipley’s Choice Elementary school is considered to be on the higher end of middle-class public schools, with all its snotty brats, it felt like Hell. This situation began around second to fourth grade. There was a lot of hatred towards me because I was and kind of still am, a weird person. I had long hair and acted like a weird, modern-day 2010s kid. I was essentially before my time. However, people used to pick on me, call me horrid names, and even hit me! I was depressed, hiding behind a fake smile. Some of my former bullies are now some of my closer friends. But, I was like an outstretched rubber band about to snap. Luckily I never did. I had expected the school to help me, but I was the only one in a major amount of trouble, as I verbally retaliated. I knew the school was not going to help me, when someone, let us call him Max, beat on me five different times was never suspended, let alone expelled. But, Max became a great friend later on, ironically enough. I toughed it out, trying to make friends and non-physical war. Soon, I became a part of a reliable group of friends, who may not like me the

The best memories that still live on, are the only two. My first best memory is when I learned I seem to have a talent in math. As it seems, I am a savant in memorizing formula related facts and reapplying them to other problems. My second and last good memory of Elementary school was the friends I made. We had a group of about six. It consisted of, let us call them two Jacksons, a Max, a Martha, an Ashton, and I. One of the Jacksons grew away from us, the other becoming an extremely close friend, Max had to move away, I reunited with Martha and Ashton this year, and I have become a much better friend to