Not many bad things have happened to me. The only really bad thing I remember was when our favorite dog died. Her name was Polly, and she was the best dog ever. We don't even know what killed her. The really bad part was that it happened when I was in sixth grade, so that really brought my grades down for two months. Finally, I managed to get over it.
I'm pretty mad right now because of something at school. At the end of 7th grade, I signed the class sheet for 8th grade. I checked the classes I wanted, which exclusively included Computer applications. and where do I end up? In the class completely opposite from what I wanted. I ended up in Choir. My choir teacher, Mrs. Stigers, and my dad are breathing down my neck because I show no enthusiasm when I sing/dance. I don't smile or get energetic because the songs we sing are dumb.