It was the first day of third grade. I had a great second grade teacher so I was expecting a lot of Ms. Carroll. We sat down for a share circle. I hated share circles then and I still do now. But I still acted like the good child all my teachers think I am.
There were three new kids in our class this year. I only remember who one of them was. For the purpose of this story, he’ll only be known as HA. Anyway, when the "speaking power" got to HA, he was a little shy. I did not let that stop me from stereotyping him. He was the blonde with blue eyes from Texas who I could immediately tell was going to be the most popular boy in our grade. Can you really blame me?
I felt bad for the kid when Ms. Carroll asked the class who would stick with him for lunch and recess. Nobody said a word until It volunteered. I abhorred It. It once tried to get me in trouble for giving my friends Webkinz for the holidays because "if I got some people presents I had to get everyone presents".
I became friends with him. I walked home every with him because we only lived a few blocks away.
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