Confined to a parochial school for the first four years of school, through subtle but effective misbehavior (incessant chatter), I was asked to relocate to a public school (hahaha). In awe the first day, I entered fifth grade, not knowing what to expect. The class size was only 30, compared to 60 my prior school. The teacher was young and effective, garnering my academic strengths and helping me to master the content. The students were friendly, and I soon discovered I was a pretty cute fifth-grade girl. Birthday parties were boy-girl events, and I had already developed a crush on Ricky. The party we both attended included Spin the Bottle. Did we kiss…wouldn’t you like to know?
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