My first day at school

Hey guys! It's me Cassie for my first ever post! So today I went to school and had my first day as a fourth grader, which sounds good but isn't because school is the most tedious and frustrating place in the whole wide world and don't tell me that it isn't that bad, its horrible. Today, I went to school rather unhappily, thinking about how horrible school was going to be and about things to do rather than paying attention to the teacher and after walking all the way from home so that I could get to the most lifeless place on earth, I am told that it turns out we are going to get books, which actually got me quite exited. When I entered the classroom, Miss. Crocker introduced herself to us and said that she was going to have to teach my class and Little Man's class at the same time because Little Man's teacher was absent. She then started handing out the books, when she called Little Man, I watched him walk to Miss Crockers desk as if he had won the lottery, but as he got a grasp of the book, his face changed, he went from and ear-to-ear smile to a gentle frown, I thought there was something wrong with him, but when Miss. Crocker shouted out my name and gave me my book, I knew why he was acting weird, the books we received horrendous, as if they were found lying down at the bottom of the sewers and worms could start crawling out of it any minute. But do you know what got me raging? At first page, there was a graph, but no ordinary graph, it was a graph showing the previous owners of the book and how the condition it was in, and guess what was written on the bottom of the graph Condition: Very poor, Owner: nigra (if you didn't understand me you can look at the picture below). Really? Really?! How dare they call me a nigra! Don't they have enough knowledge to know some manners, I mean, at least write nigra whit a capital 'n', why can't they treat me like a white kid, just because I have a different skin colour? Well, enough complaining, after I looked at the graph, I told my teacher, Miss Crocker, that I wasn't going to read a single page of it and then she just whipped me six times! SIX times! Even though I had a good reason of why I wasn't going to read the book, It really hurt. As school finished, I packed my things and set back home, imagining about how school was going to be for the rest of the year.

Well, ladies and gentleman, this has been it, I hope you understand and maybe relate to my problems.

Thanks for reading!

Bye!

- Cassie