
When I was in fifth grade, I was a perfectionist. So when something would go wrong in school, and a teacher was critical of me, I would cry. Same in seventh grade. Mr. Sargent was the meanest man alive and … Continue reading
When I was in fifth grade, I was a perfectionist. So when something would go wrong in school, and a teacher was critical of me, I would cry. Same in seventh grade. Mr. Sargent was the meanest man alive and … Continue reading