Being a grade six pupil means one thing… BEING BUSY! I finished my elementary school in a Christian school, and I’m proud of it. The first few weeks of being a grade six pupil was hard. I found it still difficult to adjust with all the assignments, projects and activities. It was still hard eventhough I wasn’t a new student (only in 4th grade). Of course at first, I admit, all I was thinking about was the competition. I knew we were all gonna be in one section. Rosa, Adelpha, Pearl Joy, Kimberly, Reina Jane and Rema. Especially Rema. They were all very clever students, I must say. When I was in grade 4 and still a new student Rema and Reina Jane were my best friends. We were very close in fact we eat together at my grandfather’s house ever lunch break.
All of a sudden that friendship was destroyed only by one thing. The gold medal. The three of us were eyeing on that stupid gold medal. It took me long before I realize the fact that the three of us shouldn’t be best friends. So since then, each of us went on our separate ways. Until summer started.
On the first the day of classes in grade 5, I took a glance on a paper on the door of grade 5-Peter, my classroom. The paper contains the list of students for that section. I was we were not classmates with Rema & Reina. But we were with Pear Joy & Kim. Now, to be honest, I didn’t really like these two at first. To me they were “weirdos”, “nerds” and maybe “aliens”. I felt like they had their own worlds. Everytime our section will had a small gathering they would “keep off” the group. I really thought they are socially unhealthy. And the funny thing is, there were speculations that they were witches, but of course, I didn’t believe them. I was old enough to sort out the “stupid and useless things” from the right and useful ones.
But, anyways, when I was in grade 6, I really lived my life to the fullest. I spent more time with my friends. I befriended those classmates that I ignore and was surprised to find out how good they were. I was conscience–stricken because I know I thought of bad things about them. I learned to value them and included them in my prayers. I treasured every moment with them. I avoided fights and quarcels. I thought that I should have built this kind of friendship with them the moment I step in to that school.
As the graduation getting near, I felt like I was drowning. Drowning because of the fears that I may never see these friends again. I know I had to do something. So, to avoid these graduation blues from getting worse, I did not waste time in letting them feel how much I feel for them. I said sorry for everything unpleasing that I have done. They usually say I have changed. I admit it. From the time that I realize how much my friends mean to me, I’ve become a better person.
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