Situations

As I am typing this I am wondering what I should write for this post. Should I delve right into it all, or share a tale, perhaps a funny story, or keep progressing into my history from where we left off. I guess that would leave us with Kindergarten. Nothing quite monumental happened there. I managed to carve my first ever scar into my chin by falling off of my bed though. Score! First grade wasn't all that special either. I was thee teacher's pet. Which is ironic because the year later, I would become the teacher's terror. I have no idea what got into me, but I let loose. I was a brat. And I met my best friend that year too, Alyssa. We were both loud and found stupid things funny. Jokes never got old, they only got funnier. I remember this one time when Alyssa and I were in a group with these 2 other people for a reading activity, and all of a sudden it got really quiet. One of the group members let out this really loud fart. Alyssa and I looked at each other and just laughed and laughed and laughed. We would probably do the same thing today. The boy got really upset, but we really weren't laughing at him; we were laughing at the whole situation of it all. Anyway, all hell broke loose when I went on to third grade and got redistricted. I was pissed. Everything turned out okay, and I ended up making new friends, but I was really stubborn about in the beginning. I threatened my parents that if they made me go I would dress like a boy. Big whoop.  What I should have learned then that I didn't was that everything usually turns out fine. New situations become old. So just go. And keep going until you can't. Then get someone to take you.