Personal Narrative: My First Grade

It’s a bler, trying to look back on when I was a preschooler, so first grade was a mess. First grade is a life changer. Going to Tri-Point in Piper City not even for a full year. Tri-Point is a small old school just like ROWVA. I remember changing schools because my parents got a divorce. We moved to Peoria and lived there with my mom's parents. I got transferred to a Catholic school. Every Wednesday the whole place went to church right across the street. It was the worst thing ever sitting in the old creepy church listening the Father talk about only “God” knows what. My teacher's name was Mrs. Heartstick, no I did not make the name up. She grossed me out. He hands very dry and cracked, they looked like an old man's hands who had worked his whole
life.
Heartstick’s hands were always so cold and i could never figure out why. She smelt too, her breath always smelt like stale cigarettes. I know the smell because of my dad. She kind of looked like a rat if you ask me. The shape of her face matches a rat perfectly. I’m not trying to be rude i just remember certain things usually the things I don’t like. I remember being sent home from that place multiple times. One time i was sent home for having fingernail polish on. Another time i got sent home for not having a belt on. I got in trouble because I didn’t have my shirt tucked in before getting to school. I had to take my pony tails out one day because it wasn’t proper and didn’t follow the dress code. Finally i got out of that place! We moved to Pekin. I had to retake first grade at Jefferson school where I learned how to count to one hundred in
spanish.