This was Me: ninth grade

I didn't know what it was that I was doing whenever I signed all of the paperwork for IB. I thought that it would be fun, because regular classes had since proven being too easy for me to concentrate. I met my teachers, memorized where my classes were, and even saw a couple of familiar faces. I became best friends with the slightly older brother of my old best friend. One thing I'm glad happened, that I didn't know would happen-- the girl that used to sit beside me in math class became my best friend. We're planning on trying to go to the same college. She can get in anywhere, but she doesn't have the funding, so I talked to her about Yale as a second option to local schools.

My teachers were great, minus my english teacher. She would yell and say that I didn't know anything, even though truthfully I just didn't care. I didn't pay attention during mythology, and the reason I never read the end of To Kill a Mockingbird was because I read so far ahead I forgot about it eventually and set it down. Oh well. It was the first class of the day, and even though I asked to sit up front, I sat in the back behind the large bookshelves and was hidden behind this boy Madison, who covered me when I was sleeping.

The teachers I loved most were my drama, math, and french teachers. My drama teacher and the class(and club) were my life last year. I tried to help whenever I could, and I spent a lot of my time painting flats. I went to the cast parties, helped with make up, gave people their props, and did all of the little jobs that they would let me help with. Whenever I was leaving, they gave me a purple monkey. I still keep it close to me, because it was the greatest thing that I got out of that year aside from my close friends.

Math was hell, because I didn't know what was going on. Eventually I passed with an A, and the teacher was my best friend. The time I went back to pick up Avalon from school, I went and made sure I saw her. I told her how I was doing great in my math classes, and how I was getting better at factoring. I will never forget her, because she pushed me to my limit and showed me how far I could go without completely losing it.

I started the year with a crazy french teacher, and ended with a lovely one. Both were great women who did well at teaching foreign languages. One was from Mississippi, the other from Normandy. It was sad when my first french teacher retired, but Mme. Reddin was from France and knew a great deal more than any American born teacher could teach you. We met her family, and even had a buffet of breakfast food.

The one thing I was not ready for last year was the worst thing I could ask for. My friend Emilie was probably one of the coolest people I have ever met, and she is the creator of the nickname "snowcone". She has two moms, knows how to apply great make up, and even survived cancer. We didn't know she would when she was diagnosed, even though the survival rate was 90%. No matter was reassurance you get, you will never be prepared to think about the idea of possibly losing your friend. I am glad she is still here. I hope she does great things with her life. She is my reason for not taking life for granted.