Patients

Since moving to a new school I have made a lot more friends, and I get along with every one of them. We each have different personalities that work well together. But there are times when my friends say something that  bothers me, I am 99% sure that they don't even know that it bothers me. I tell them straight to their face, stop it. They just think I'm joking and just forget about it. 

An example of this would be, one of my friends saying how rich and how jealous she is of me. Maybe once that would be okay, but not all the time. First of all I am not rich, my parents have money and they are not rich by any means. No matter how many times I say that, my friends just comes back with, well your have this and you have that. Yes, I know that they are well off but by no way are they rich. They are just smart with money. I know something like this should not bother me, but it does. The way my fiend says it makes me feel bad, and I have nothing to feel bad about. 

Every time it comes up I tell my friend to stop, then they just go on and on about how jealous they are. While they are talking I just say to myself, be patient. I don't think they even know how they sound. And it's not said in private its in front a lot of people and pretty loud. I just want to yell, "Shut Up! You don't know what you are talking about!" I wish they knew when to quit. 

In the end they are my friend, and I care about them. We get along great I just wish the took me seriously when I tell them to stop.But, I get over it until they bring it up again. 

This is a video of a patient test. 

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Switching Schools

From kindergarten to fourth grade I went to the Penobscot public school. I though it was great, I had friends, we would play on the playground and it was the best. When I got to third grade I started to notice a difference between me and the other kids, I couldn't read. I was embarrassed to try read in front of anyone. The principle would pull me out of class, in front of everyone, and bring me in the hall to read with me. For a little girl that is so embarrassing.

When my parents started to really notice we had a lot of meetings with the teachers. My dad was not happy with what was said, I can't remember exactly what was said but I think the teachers just though I was stupid (well they probably put it nicer than that). At the time my family was getting by pretty well, but not well enough to pay for my sister and I to go to a private school. By the time I was in the fourth grade I still was really struggling and the teachers started to suggest special help.

My dad got very angry, I would remember him saying, "You don't need special help, these teachers just need to learn how to teach." Even with my dad saying that I felt like I was stupid, and that it was all my fault.

My dad started his own business the year I was born, he loves his job, but he always got home before bed so we could spend some time together. When my parents decided to send us to private school my dad was working all the time, sometimes I wouldn't see him until Sunday. Even though they paid taxes for us to go to public school, they worked really hard for us to go to a better school.

When I started the fifth grade I noticed a difference immediately, I could tell that the teachers really cared. I was so far behind their standards that I had to go back a couple of grades. I got extra help, and I had some amazing teachers, I worked really hard just to be at the standards. When the next year came along I was told that I could go on to the sixth grade! Without the help from others I would never be where I am today.

Family drivers

Before I got my licence my older sister Deena would take me to school. You are probably thinking, so what that's normal. Wrong, my sister is the worst driver in the state of Maine. (Okay so maybe just the town of Penobscot.) The point is she is no longer aloud to drive my sisters around. Deena goes to college in Florida, so I blame the Floridians. If you have never been to Florida the drivers are not the best. But I have gone on a lot of road trips, from Maine to Florida and to Texas, and Deena could never be as bad as a Massachusetts driver.

Just before I took my drivers test Deena told me it was okay to get upset when I failed. I passed the first time, and I did brag, a lot. Especially to my cousin Ethan who passed on his third try. Which was ironic because when we were younger Ethan would say that since he was a guy he would be so much better at driving than us. Yeah right! Ethan works around heavy equipment so he knows what he's doing. He just likes to speed, and sometimes he has road rage.  

I wish I understood why people drive like they had a pregnant woman in the passenger seat. It might make me sound like an old person by I really couldn't give two shits. When I see anyone driving like a maniac on a road I know has little kids it drives me crazy. (no pun intended) So I stopped riding with Deena, but not only because she is a very bad driver, it makes her crazy when dad says he wants me to drive. Plus its the perfect time to use those bragging rights.