Memories V

I was not such a great fan of the Fifth grade. We had our clique, with the Nicoles. Broken by the end of the year and the hazards of cliques appeared. I didn't like my teacher. I remember hearing the news that the sixth grade teacher died. I remember science and hating it. I remember seats together and thinking of my dream house. I remember "staring" and feeling self-conscious. I remember trying and failing to make sports teams, and hating that it was already turning into a clique of popular people, who at one point or another carried Esprit bags or wore Gap jeans.  I remember the last year of those uniform jumpers and wanting to be with the "big kids" at mass. I don't remember liking the fifth grade as much as the fourth.