Elementary School Memories

School for me, is a place where I have made a lot of memories. Out of all the years I’ve been in school, elementary school memories are what haunt me the most. According to my parents, elementary school was where I “went through that weird awkward stage that everyone goes through”. I cringe every time I see the pictures that were taken of me during elementary school. 

​Did I really do my hair like that? Did I really wear those hideous shoes? Why did I appear so dorky? The pictures taken of me from those times is proof that I was going through that “awkward stage”. Thinking back, one could describe me as that shy quiet girl who hardly ever talked in class. 

I was no social butterfly but despite me being awkward and shy, I had many friends. In the 4th grade I became friends with this girl who everyone thought was hilarious and intelligent. Little did I know, we would become best friends for many years to come. The story of how we became best friends is not your average story. Becoming friends with her was a long and tiresome process. 

She was stubborn, blunt, and mean. The thing that started it all was a sharpener. Ah yes, the sharpener, starting friendships since 1847! No but really, a bright red sharpener was what started our friendship that is still remains today. It was a regular day in class and I needed to sharpen my pencil. 

I scanned the class room to see if anyone had a pencil sharpener for me to borrow. My eyes wandered around the room until I spotted a bright red sharpener in a black school box. I looked up to see the owner of the sharpener. It was Priscilla Saavedra, the funniest girl in class. As any person would do, I walked up to her desk and politely asked if I could borrow her sharpener. 

To my surprise she looked at me and said 

“Sorry! I don’t have it today.”

I looked down at her school box and saw that bright red sharpener staring at my face. “But it’s in your school box”

I said disappointedly. She looked down at her school box and back at me and replied “oh well you can’t use it.” Right then and there I got a feeling she didn’t like me and it made me angry because she didn’t even know me. 

Even though she didn’t like me I tried to be her friend. As time passed we started hanging out more and more, becoming closer as friends. From elementary school to high school Priscilla has been through it all with me and I will always remember the odd way we became best friends.