Middle school

So I started middle school and it is better than I thought it would be. But not everything is great , on the first day of school sitting on the bus next to my friends we looked at our papers and compared them. I have not one class with either of them and to make it worse they have almost every class together. I had a knot in my stomach how angry I was but I had to deal with it. I take my steps off the bus and I was officially on my own. I felt like a bird being kicked out of a nest like I was all alone but that is apart of growing up and going to a new school. I am in the building and I get this weird feeling but it was a feeling that made me want to go up stairs (I have more than one floor now :-) and start a great fresh new SCHOOL YEAR. Finally I am in my homeroom with a nice looking teacher I was so happy she did not look mean but she is very nice. She gives us papers that ask us about our self and papers for my parents to sign. My pen pal's best friend is in my homeroom so I was so happy to see her. Later I go to science and see some other kids I know.I was never so happy to see kids I did not even talk to in the fifth grade. Next was math and that is a cool subject because they use smart boards so I love it in there. Next I go down to the second floor and go to my family and consumer science class (they teach us how to cook ,clean, sew and write checks) I like that teacher I think she is SO cool. Next gym, YAY!!!!!!! They just told us the rules what we need how they grad us and all of that. Next was English and it was on the third floor (PS gym is on the first) my English teacher looks nice and sweet and I know this will be a good year. Right next door is social studies and she is also my homeroom teacher so that is no problem. Finally it is lunch!!!. During lunch after you eat you have a choice to go to watch a movie in the auditorium. Next was computers and that is a pretty fun class. Finally it is reading and my brother had this teacher she is so sweet and nice and calm and I know I will like her. So after this is done I rush down to the first floor and go home with my friends. There is nonstop talking about "I love my S.S teacher and my Math teacher is so funny and the story goes on and on, but I could not wait to tell my mom everything.