Sixth Grade

In the lovely grade of six, I was new to the school.

My teacher was Mrs. Jenkins.

She was known among the sixth graders as the most strict of the teachers, but I liked her. The thing I remember most about her was that she would always yell, "{insert name here, usually Rex}, THAT WAS SO OUTTA LINE!!!!!!!!!" when someone {Rex} would do something bad.

One day we were grading a worksheet. Everyone was talking, talking, talking and Mrs. Jenkins just couldn't handle it.

So she said to the class, "Alright if you speak one more word then you will be copying from the dictionary during the read-a-thon!"

And it was silent.

Then Rex spoke.

"REX! THAT WAS SO OUTTA LINE. YOU'RE COPYING FROM THE DICTIONARY."

"Okay," Rex said.

And it was silent again. For the rest of the grading process.

Then we were done and we were counting up the questions to see how many points it would be worth. We were counting, counting, counting and then Mrs. Jenkins said, "I got 23."

I said, "Ya, that's what I got."

And guess what she said.

"You're copying from the dictionary."

WHAT??!?

So when the read-a-thon came it was me and Rex copying from the dictionary while everyone else snacked on their granola bars and perused their little stories.

Me. And Rex.

That's just not right.

Hence, my elementary years concluded.