Image: Three Brothers playing Catch. By Suzanne Berton. Shared under Creative Commons license
MY NAME IS SIMON. I am eight years old, almost nine. I had the worst first day of school ever.
My two best friends are Jonah Jason and Arthur. (Jonah Jason is actually his first name, not his first and last name, by the way.) Our Grade 3 teacher last year called us the "Three Musketeers" because we get along so good.
I only saw Arthur and Jonah Jason a couple times over the summer vacation because we were all busy doing summer stuff, like visiting family, or camping. We got to spend a week together though, at a sleep-away camp. That was real fun because we got to go kayaking, swimming and do low ropes. I even got to shoot arrows! That's something my parents would never let me do! The best thing about that week was to hang out with my friends in nature. And we got to gross each other out by farting in our cabin at night (haha).
I was really looking forward to my first day of Grade 4. Last year, me and my friends were all in the same class and we had a really awesome teacher, Miss Vee. She taught us some neat stuff. Stuff we never ever learned before at school. Like learning some of the Greek alphabet. I guess she knew we all liked to read Percy Jackson and stuff like that, so she made sure to do fun stuff like that. I just realized I say "stuff" a little bit too much. Miss Vee would tell me to use different words to make my writing better, but I'm a bit out of writing practice after the summer.
Last year, we did this super-awesome project on skyscrapers. We studied all the cool, tall buildings and towers and then we got to build our own models. I did the Citycorp Center. Did you know the bottom nine of its stories are stilts? I'm really proud of my model. My dad keeps it in his office like a real trophy.
Anyway, this year, on my worst first day of school ever, I found out I was in a Grade 4/5 split class. That by itself was okay, I was in a split in Grade 2. I had Arthur with me back then, so that made it better. But this year, there was no Arthur or Jonah Jason! We all got split up. We were so sad. That's what made it the worst first day of school ever.
Another sucky thing for me is there's only one other person from last year's class with me. She's nice, but you know, she's a girl and we don't really talk much. And I'm stuck with 19 annoying Grade 5's.
One good thing is, there's one friend, Hurley, (he wasn't in my class last year), who's in the split with me. I like Hurley, at least I can hang out with him. Did you know Hurley is like the fastest nine-year-old cup stacker in the country? He's crazy fast!
So my teachers this year are new to our school. They seem nice, I think they're good teachers. But I really miss Miss Vee already. Haha, did you see I wrote "miss" with a lowercase and then "Miss" with an uppercase?
I don't know why I have to be the one stuck in this class. Did I do something wrong? There's only eight Grade 4's in total. My dad says I can make new friends and that I might learn extra stuff because I can probably do a lot of Grade 5 stuff too. I'm trying to look at the positives, but it feels like it's going to be such a long year. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help it.
When I got home after school, I was pretty quiet. My dad knows when I get in my moods. He said he wasn't even going to try to make me feel better. Because he knows I need to feel sad. That's what I like about my dad. He says it's okay to cry and be sad. He also said I'll be okay, but he can't tell me when. I think I know what he means.
He did do one thing that made me feel better though. See, my dad and I are both mutants. He has an extra rib and so do I. We do this thing where he touches my extra rib and I touch his. "Extra-rib power!" we always whisper. Sometimes he calls me "his little mutant" which makes me feel special.
I wish I could be in the same class with my friends. I know that probably won't happen. Sometimes they re-arrange the classes after three or four weeks, so I guess I can hope.
I just feel really down.
Well, I'm going to make sure I see Arthur and Jonah Jason every recess. I still get to see them every day. What I'll really miss is how well we worked together in school. We really pushed each other to do our best. We all got good grades, but what was really cool was we learned a lot and had a lot of fun with Miss Vee. I hope my new teachers will be as good as her. My dad says it's more important to actually learn stuff than get good grades, but I still like to get A's if I can!
If I could let Arthur and Jonah Jason know one thing, it would be this: I miss you guys already and I wish I could be in the same class as you this year. Maybe we'll get lucky and be together again next year.
We will always be the Three Musketeers.