I do not remember much about when I was in first and second grade. I do remember that my first grade teacher Mrs. Rodriguez was such a fun and loving teacher. Every morning at the beginning of class we would sing a song that required us to snap. Everyone would have so much fun singing and snapping. Some days my mom would get phone calls from Mrs. Rodriguez because of my excess talking. I would get in so much trouble when I got home. Somehow my mom and Mrs. Rodriguez developed a special bond
I also remember that my second grade teacher Mr. Pastory was a complete pushover.The majority of my classmates would run around tables as if they were crazy and he would calmly ask them to sit down. He always ended up buzzing the office for assistance since he could not control the kids on his own. My third grade year was my first year taking the FCAT. I was pretty nervous because I did not know what expect. I could not believe that I was about to take a test that would decide whether or not I should be qualified as a fourth grader. Up until third grade all I had to do was my class work, homework, and have good discipline in school to pass to the next grade. Now not only did I have to do that, but I had to take the FCAT too! I was not sure whether or not I was ready for the FCAT.
I took the FCAT on a Tuesday morning and to my astonishment I passed. When my mother got the results in the mail and told me what they were I was skeptical. It was kind of hard for me to believe that the test I had been worrying so much about since the beginning of third grade was over. I had passed the FCAT and would be transitioning to fourth grade. Fourth grade year my teacher was Mrs. Allen-Moore, and she was a wonderful teacher. She was big on discipline, so when she pulled out her yard stick it was time to be quiet. That year I took the FCAT Writes for the first time and passed.
During my fifth grade year my desire to leave elementary school started to kick in. I was so tired of walking in a...