Talk:The Everyday Life Of Snowflake - Sixth Grader in the Making/@comment-39615662-20190929043245/@comment-39615662-20190929053122

nah when i was in fifth grade i threw a chair at a horse, nearly killing a little child riding it.

i also frustrated my math teacher so hard while she was pregnant and she started crying actual tears.

not to mention, i went to a field trip at knott's berry farm, so determined to ride 'supreme scream'. i thought i could do it, but at the last second before we were shot up into the air, i unfastened my seatbelt and jumped out of the ride. i then ran to the other side of the park, unsupervised, and i just sat and bought dip n' dots while i waited for everyone to get off the ride. my teacher was so pissed.

i also remember crying because my friend told everyone else she had gotten her period, and she hadn't told me.

anyway, that's only a small sliver of my melodramatic fifth grade days. good days, they were. good days.