Me and Math and 5th Grade
In fifth grade, I got to take sixth grade math.
I took a test.
It said I could take sixth grade math.
I had to miss some of the math in fifth grade, but that was ok.
I knew that math already.
Sometimes, when I came back from math class, my fifth grade class was in the middle of writing.
That made me feel uncomfortable, because I didn’t know what they were doing.
I would ask the teacher right away what they were doing.
Sometimes I was interrupting.
That wasn’t good.
Luckily, missing things didn’t happen very often.
In sixth grade math, I was the top student.
I don’t say this to brag.
I just was.
I won the First in Math competition by logging in the most hours.
But that made other students feel bad, so we stopped counting and everyone had the pizza party.
I thought that was a good solution.
At the end of the year, I won the sixth grade math award.
Even though I was only in fifth grade.
At the beginning of the year, I thought that the sixth grade students sometimes made fun of me.
I got to know and work with a few of the students in my class.
They were all girls; they were very nice to me.
Later, I realized that no one was making fun of me.
Sometimes they were just being funny.
Other times, they were not talking to me at all.
If I get a math problem wrong, I sometimes get very upset.
I think I should already know how to do the problem because I’m so good at math.
My teacher who helps me understand about people and getting along with others says that, “I’m being too hard on myself.”
I’m not so sure.
But the teacher is nice, so I will try to remember what he has taught me.
I will try to be flexible and not disappointed when I make mistakes in math.
I like it best when I understand the math and get the answers right.
That really makes me happy.