mrs scragg

When I was in the fourth grade, everything came down on me like a ton of anvils. Everything was going wrong. It was either struggling to understand something that I was trying to learn or the teacher yelling at me constantly and embarrassing me in front of the class. Not only did all of this occur, my para at the time was telling a lot of lies to get me deeper into trouble that I had already been implanted there by my teacher. Things were not looking too good. When that horrible class, after months of months of seeming endless torture ended, I ran out of school like a bat out of hell. It was time to take full advantage of summer and enjoy it.
The summer went by slowly until I remembered that school was only a couple of weeks away. Suddenly the time I had off from school was becoming lesser and lesser like Father Time was against me. The fear of school came back once again. I wondered if this year would be far worse then the previous year when I was in fourth grade. Not ...