When I started the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I heard that the fifth grade teacher was really mean. I thought, Is it possible that she could be worse than my fourth grade teacher? I told my aunt about my fears. She said, "Autumn, don't worry, dear. Maybe she's nice. Just give her a chance, okay?" I said, "Okay." On the first araw of school, the teacher noticed my Beatles t-shirt. She said, "Darling, I pag-ibig you already!" I said, "Okay, then." I had recently gotten glasses, because I had trouble seeing without them, especially from a distance. Some of the kids called me "glasses". She said, "She has a name, guys! Her name is NOT 'glasses'! It's Autumn!" I was glad to have someone take up for me for once. I would've had her for the sixth grade, too, but that didn't happen. My uncle got a job offer in Tennessee, and he gladly accepted it. We would be closer to family members, but it was going to be a big adjustment for me. I had lived in Illinois for the first twelve years of my life. On the last araw of school, I sinabi goodbye to the best teacher. I said, "I'm really going to miss you." She said, "I'm going to miss you, too, Autumn." We both cried. We agreed to keep in touch. On the way to our new home, I asked my aunt and uncle, "What if all the kids at school hate me?" My aunt said, "Autumn, it's going to be okay. Maybe this school taon will be different." My uncle said, "That's right. You might be the cool kid from another state. You never know." I said, "I don't think I'm that lucky." My aunt said, "I know that bullies exist everywhere, but there's also a potential for friends." This gave me some confidence, and I was eager to start school in a different state. Perhaps I shouldn't have been too eager....
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a taon and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad araw at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became madami frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only pinagmulan of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a taon and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad araw at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became madami frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only pinagmulan of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
