So... when I was younger, I went to a private school. When I started 5th grade, they pushed me into advanced Math. I went through 5th grade struggling and crying practically every day because of their decision. I wanted so often to quit; to just let myself fail. I never did, though. I got through it eventually, and hated the school because of it. After that year, I moved into public schools. Immediately I felt a change. Surprisingly, they actually cared about what I wanted to do. At first. Starting in 6th grade, they understandably stuck me in a 6th grade math class. Which I had already taken at my private school. They let me take the pretest, covering everything that they would teach in that year. I scored somewhere around a 82% on it, while everyone else scored in the 20% range. Then the counselor looked at what they would have to do to get me into a 7th grade math class, which had never  happened before. Their only solution was to have me in math while everyone else in my grade, my friends, were eating lunch. After my math class I would have to go to lunch with all the 8th graders. It killed me. I struggled with the decision for SO LONG. After a while, I decided that it would look good in the end for a college. I took the jump. 

    The 8th graders hated me. They would be doing language arts homework, and ask me a question, hoping that I'd get it wrong so that they could laugh at me. Unfortunately for them, I knew all the answers. I showed them up at pretty much everthing. But often I would get pushed off the bench, teased, ridiculed. I told the counselor. He said that he'd been watching me and that there didn't seem to be any problem. So I went through the rest of the year being bullied by girls two years older than me. 

      When it was time for the 7th graders to take the test placing them in 8th or 9th grade math, I took it right along side them. Long story short, I got a 97%. One of the highest scores to be gotten in years. They suggested I go into Algebra. Seventh grade was the best year of my life. Math was easy, I got to eat with the rest of my grade, and I loved all my teachers. I wished it could always be like that. 

    When I got into 8th grade, they gave me a chance to go to the high school for three of my classes. It would be me and four other kids who had been in Algebra with me the year before. I took the chance, just like I did in 6th grade. Then I found out what it meant. I couldn't take any of the classes that I had signed up for at the middle school. I wanted Vocal and Architecture, they gave me Life Skills and Art. Not what I wanted. I then found out that my favorite teacher in the world had retired, and there was no one matching his skillset to take over his class. We were then left without WoodShop or Architecture. I didn't have any friends going with me to the high school, and that scared me. Everyone else had connections: people they could talk to. I was alone. I'm still alone. I sit on the bus every day wishing that I had friends to talk to. I walk behind everyone else, praying someone will notice me, and LIKE me. So many people tease me, which for some reason, they don't think is bullying. I'll ask if I can borrow a pencil, and they'll say something like "For, you, NO." and then they'll turn and let someone else use it. I feel like everyone hates me sometimes. I wish i didn't have to be like that. I wish I wasn't smart....