I remember sixth grade. It was a wonderful, magical time in my life. I had the best teacher in the entire world and I knew it. Mr. Monroe truthfully is one of my favorite people. He was 26 and it was his first year teaching at our school. He was funny, in a sarcastic way, and it was a perfect match up for the people in my class. We all didn't always get along, but in the end, everyone knew that no other teacher would begin to compare to him.

As if the fact that I had a great teacher wasn't enough, the class I was in was the perfect assortment of kids put in one room for a year ever. We all had known each other well because it was a small school, or at least I thought I had known them well. Anyways, me and my best friend Rose thought we owned the school. It all was oh so simple back then; there was no need to be fake because the school was so small that there wasn't any room for people to be "uncool".

The guys in my sixth grade class were probably the funniest group of guys ever, and together, they made a class worthy of its own television comedy. One that immediately comes to mind is my friend Josh. He was a perfect example of a standup comedian: sarcastic, really good at coming up with stuff on the spot, and Jewish. His work mostly consisted of inappropriate jokes that made all of us elementary school kids giggle because they unexpected. Then there were other jokes between us and Mr. Monroe, jokes between us that Mr. Monroe was able to pick up on, jokes between the whole class, etc. It was perfect. Then there was seventh grade.

All the wonderful memories were washed away by insecurity and depression. Yes, although most people saw me as a happy soul, I was deeply depressed. I had such a good time being the ignorant little soul I was, reality sliced me like a blade, cut me right in half. All the talk of drugs and sex and suicide can make a person almost wonder if it's worth it. I'm not at that point yet, but if this hell doesn't end soon I might be.

So far, I have been able to stay away from all of these impurities in my once perfect world, but who knows. One day I might end up at the wrong place at the wrong time and someone could turn me sour. I will try not to fall like so many of the people I care so much about have, leaving me behind. I will push through and be strong, but I am only human. There are only so many peoples souls I can see get crushed before it becomes unbearable. But you will have to read the rest to figure out about the souls that have washed away. With that, I wish you luck.