At the end of my last year of elementary school the teachers decided to do something “fun” for us. They planned a continuation which was basically a mini graduation. So at like six o’clock all of the sixth grade families met at the neighborhood middle school that most of us would be attending. Something inside of our teachers minds thought that we liked being forced to sit on a hot stage awkwardly while some cringe worthy video with terrible audio made all of the parents is the audience bawl their eyes out. The weirdest part is that the teachers acted like we were all little angels that never did anything wrong. The truth was that we were worse in behavior than the whole school combined. It’s funny that they didn’t even mention how that by the end of the year over half of the students had turned in maybe two assignments. They acted like they actually liked us, which honestly kind of creep ed me out because I was used to them constantly yelling at us. So you can see why I was dragging my feet about going to this thing.
You should now that I had been having some serious end of year anxiety and stress and I was so happy to be done. I did my best to convince my Mom not to make me go, but unfortunately for me the time came and my Mom would not take no for an answer. I begrudgingly through all of the nice cloths that my parents had bought me for this “special occasion”. We live close to the middle school we had to go to so we decided to walk. I spent the whole walk screaming in my dads ear “My feet hurt!” and “I refuse to step on stage!” When we arrived I threw a full out temper tantrum. I screamed and cried in front of all of my friends and teachers. I lost my futile battle and ended up on stage. One of the moms had made each of the seventy five of us a little paper graduation hat. Normally I would have not wanted anything to do with the little hat but I put it on my head and scowled intensely at my mother who was smiling and clapping for me. I scowled and cried out of sheer embarrassment of what I had done earlier. Eventually they made us get up and sing a song, which may I add everyone “loved” doing. Halfway through the song I decided that I was done with singing so I walked of stage and ran to my mom. Now this graduation screwed me up for the night. All I wanted was my hat and a random stick that I found outside. Beautiful. I can’t wait for high school graduation.
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I hoped that you enjoyed reading about me embarrassing myself in front of hundreds of humans! I plan on writing a lot about this type of stuff, so if you enjoyed this be sure the look at the other stories that I plan on writing in the future.